Lillie Bennett Novels & Stories

She never did when she wanted to remind someone that power did not require movement. “Nathaniel,” she said. “Thank you for coming on short notice.” “You said it concerned the regulatory delay,” he replied, removing his coat. “I assumed urgency.” “It does,” Beatrice said. “But not only that.” She gestured toward the glass doors that opened onto the inner garden. Nathaniel followed her gaze. Lillian Bloom stood just beyond the threshold. She was not dressed for society. No designer cut. No armor of silk or jewels. She wore a simple dress and flat shoes, her hair pinned back with quiet care. She was holding a small pair of shears, paused mid-task, as if she had been caught between breaths.

she pointed to Linda. Linda immediately became teary and started fiddling with her fingers. She could not bring herself to say a word or she would start to cry. Nathaniel could only stare in shock at the young woman in front of him, who had been introduced as Lillian. The woman was wearing a sleeved shirt and a Jean trouser. Casual but sexy and beautiful. She had her hair done in braids and gathered them at the center of her head. She had big eyes that seemed as if they wanted to pop out of their sockets and a slightly curved nose and full lips. She was absolutely stunning, but not as stunning as the Lillian he was kissing a while ago.

She walked up to Lucille and respectfully said, "As you ordered, Mrs. Layton, here it is." The Johnsons looked at Bethany in confusion, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Sabrina was fixated on Lucille, trying to figure out what she was planning. Lucille calmly said, "Play it!" "Yes, Mrs. Layton," Bethany replied. The netizens noticed that Bethany, who had suddenly appeared, looked pretty with a perfectly proportionate figure. Some also thought she was cool, especially since she was in a full black suit, while others guessed that she was Lucille's bodyguard.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

I ask Lilly and pick up her mobile to go through her playlists. “Put on some Britney. I’m kinda digging her right now.” I smile because it’s not just right now, but always. Lilly is a huge Spears fan, I’m not going to lie so am I. That woman has gone through so much and I admire how strong she has been and dignified. “She’s going to meet us there. Just checking you still want to go to B Chic Fashions for the dress?”

, I keep my face straight, “I was thinking of maybe getting a new dog walker.” “What?” he sits up, “Why?” “Well, Sally made a terrible suggestion regarding Benny’s mealtimes and telling me what to do with his treatments and vet appointment. I don’t need a nosy dog walker. You know?” I shrug indifferently, hoping he won’t see through me. “Fucking hell Lillian, you can’t fire the girl for giving you sound advice. She knows how much Benny means to you. It sounds like she was helpful.” he says like I’ve lost my mind.

she said carrying her laptop and phone upstairs. “Alright, talk to you later.” he said and Lillian muttered an ok before hanging up. Lillian was still seated in the couch looking at some files sent by other subsidiary companies that needed her attention. She felt a little hungry and she checked the time, it was a little past 5 P.M in the evening. Shit she didn't know Adrian had taken up to three hours since he left. She was caught up looking at her company reports. Entering the closest Lillian already had something in mind to wear, she was wearing a white gown that reached her Knee. Then pair it with a Louis Vuiton handbag ad a louboutin heels.

The atmosphere on the floor felt caught somewhere between a trial and a funeral. Lucille raised the box cutter toward Daphne's outstretched hand. "Don't come near me. It's too late for that. I see all of you clearly now. Every single one of you. Cold to the core. "I am leaving this job. I am leaving this marriage. Both are over. And today, I am officially registering my daughter's name. I am announcing it here, in front of everyone. She takes my name. "Lillian Sandwell. Lillian, like the lily flower, symbolizes rebirth and a fresh beginning. It also echoes the word 'leave,' representing the moment my daughter and I leave the Prescotts behind and cut all ties completely."

The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs. Chantelle took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She knew she had to keep going, had to get through this day and then figure out a way to escape from this place. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and started working on the living room, trying to lose herself in the repetitive motions. But the work only seemed to make her more upset, and she had to stop several times to wipe away the tears that kept coming. Finally, she was done vacuuming, and she moved on to mopping the kitchen floor. It was slow, tedious work, and it seemed to take forever. But at last she was done with everything including cooking. She loo

- Bennett smiled, wiping her eyes with the hem of her sleeves. I handed a handkerchief over to her so she could wipe off the snort from her nostrils. "Have you ever stalked someone before?". - I asked after noticing that she was back to her usual state. Bennett's movement halted, eyes widening in shock for a moment - a flicker of confusion and excitement both intertwined in her big round orbs. "I don't understand what you mean, Ma'am. "- She blinked her eyes in confusion. " Quit the pretense act, i already know what you truly are." - I cut her off with a wave of my hand.