Lily Among Thorns Novels & Stories

“God Lily. You don’t want to tell me?!” grumbled Riri, entering disappointment made Lily sigh low wanting to give up, ducked down to untie her clothes and showed her stomach to Riri... Riri then shook her head in disbelief with the seams so thick and red on the pale white skin on Lily’s body

Why would these thugs live in a building without a proper gate, the entrance was however surrounded with beautiful grown flowers that served as a fence. Elena looked back one more time, she could still catch a glimpse of Leo up there, she also noticed that the building was taller than she thought, probably five floors. Before long, they were out on the highway. Elena’s heart kept beating loudly inside her chest as fear and anxiety gripped her. On her right was one of the soldiers and on her left was Luca, they were both dressed in black attires, wearing a stern face, but not as intimidating as Leonardo’s stern face.

“Screw you.” Darin looks her over with a leer. “Oh, that and more, baby. That and more.” Lily has to strongly fight the urge to gag at the thought. No matter what the outcome, if he tries to touch her, she will fight him with everything she has. Even though her hands and legs are tied. Even if he kills her for it. She will fight him. “I would rather be tortured with three-thousand paper cuts and have to swim through lemon juice and tequila than have to even picture that in my mind. I would throw myself in front of a speeding train before I let myself become your little plaything.”

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* “I can’t believe it,” Lily still had her sword in her hand, but she wasn’t using it. And it didn’t look like she would have to. She was stroking the mane of her mount, Skimpy. Her eyes were glued to the figures charging at each other from within the darkness. The two were like bright flickering lights, bringing warmth to this otherwise dark space. They clashed over and over again, neither really gaining an advantage over the other.

“I told myself secrets weren’t the same as choices.” I hold her gaze. “And now?” “Now I know they are.” The answer does not heal anything. It does make me step aside. “Show us.” Lily leads us to the thorn brush. Mirella stays close enough to catch her if the mark pulls. Kael moves first when we reach the roots, blade drawn, and cuts away only what he must. Under the black tangle is a narrow cleft between two stones, low enough that we have to turn sideways to pass.

“Lily was born with the name of a flower, but destined for thorns. As a child, she had to work to help her mother and three younger brothers not to succumb to poverty, something expected by all the poorest families in the village of Ruryen, especially those composed of women without a husband. It was like a curse. They woke up with the sun and the only mission was to survive until the next day. Lily would be seventeen next season and she was tired of working for nothing. She longed more, longed to get out of there, look for something that could save herself and her family from such misery. But how? I didn't have the courage to abandon them either.

Dora stirred within her. “We shouldn’t be alone, Lily.” “We’ve always been alone,” Lily whispered back. “We just didn’t know it.” The moon broke through the clouds as she reached a clearing. Before her lay a shimmering lake...... Silver Springs. It was eerily still. Lily stepped to the water’s edge, her breath catching. The surface reflected not just her image but a version of her cloaked in silver, a crown of thorns upon her head, and a crescent moon burned into her forehead.

They were an imprint of her, and she was of them. Then they’d taken a piece of themselves – a strand of hair, for her, though some had sliced their palms with sharp rocks and bled – and wound it around a piece of the earth, for which Lily had picked a tall, bright daisy. This had been thrown into the flames, and they’d joined hands around the bonfire as it joined their spirit with the ground beneath their feet.

Jeremy pulled Ish close to form a little huddle around baby Quinn, and Rose… Lily bit her lip, because Rose faced the sea, alone. A lonely rock in a sea of happiness, a barren island of her own. Lily twisted her hands in her lap and leaned into anthony. She’d never experienced so lucky in her life, but guilt gnawed at her. Didn’t Rose deserve the same?

She loves flowers. The stem of flower is very thick I take out my knife from basket and try to cut it. I cut the stem and as I go to put it my basket I hear a snap of twig breaking nearby. Thinking it were guards I stand up to confront them with flowers in one hand and knife in another and basket near my feet. But it wasn't father's guards it was a big black wild boar. I stay still as boar stands there, a little movement and I will become his focus for anger.