Lillie Bennett Novels & Stories

Is that… Lillian Ashford? one woman exclaimed softly. As she walked, her dress swirled about her, a perfect dark blue silk glistening under the chandeliers. Every action was a dance; each stride was intentional, elegant. Lillian's serenity had a hint of strength even as she held her chin high, every inch of her exuding authority. She wasn't only at this gala; she was running it.

‘Now, turn around. I do and gasp when I see Dalgaard Mansion in front of me. How did I not notice that before now? Oh, right, these are Lilly’s memories. A little girl catches my eye. I can tell who it is without having to look too hard; I’d know Lilly anywhere. Lilly looks to be around nine, her hair is braided down her back, and she’s wearing a grey formal dress. It must have been a celebration at Dalgaard Mansion. I couldn’t pinpoint which one because there was always something going on.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

and with that, Maya was kissed until her eyes lost focus. ….. At the wind winders pack…. The guests were streaming in and it was very lively. Lily was donning a long one-shoulder dress. It actuated her figure well and her perfectly dolled-up face looked very stunning. She was welcoming guests with a big smile on her face. She was in a very good mood as she laughed with the guests. Her friends were envious of her and those who were already married wished that they could get pregnant right there. As Lily was continuing to welcome the guests, someone came that made her face drain all color. It was a good thing that the room was dimly lit so no one noticed her expression.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

The door opened and Lily, the maid smiled gently at the invited guest of Amelia. "You must be madam Tara. We've been expecting. The young madam is waiting in the living room" the maid said politely. Tara squinted her eyes, feeling suspicious of the maid. While Tara was talking with Amelia on the phone, she had imagined extreme circumstances that she would find Amelia in. Tara had imagined Amelia getting bullied by the servants. She had also imagined that the servants would have no respect for her whatsoever because she was not from a prominent family. Tara faked a smile and walked into the mansion.

Bennett’s eyes lifted over his wife’s shoulder and landed on Quinn’s mouth. The shutter slipped. Lila smiled. “There it is.” She slid off Bennett’s lap, tied the robe badly, and picked up her phone. “I have to take this in the hall. Two minutes.” She glanced at Bennett. “Keep the camera rolling.” Then she looked at Quinn. “You too. Don’t stop shooting.” The door shut. The suite got smaller. Bennett didn’t cover himself. He was hard in the open slacks. Obvious. The kind of hard that had nothing left to do with posing.

replied Lily with all excitement. They said bye to each other and Lily threw her phone onto the bed and started jumping on the bed. She jumped down and went straight to the bathroom. Took a quick shower. Stepping out of the bathroom, she was singing and dancing to Justin Bieber's song Baby and swinging her waist left and right. She opened her wardrobe and selected a red elegant halter neck sleeveless cocktail party swing midi evening dress. She put on the dress and did light make-up. She let her hair loose and allowed it to flow down her shoulder to her waist. The wavy dark brown hair made her look extravagant.

The one who spoke first was Lily York, who had ranked third in the preliminary exam. Before coming here, she was very famous in her high school for her talent and was the number one in the whole school, especially in dance. She had even won the National Awards. However, she lost to Renea in dancing by three points and pulled third in the result. Because of this she always felt that it was shameful for her to be overtaken by a fake millennial.