Lily Blues Novels & Stories

Our lives had been dictated by VAR for a long time, and it was getting overwhelming. Just then, Lily appeared from the corner of the basement wearing an oversized shirt that stopped right above her knees. Her dark circles were darker than before and she let out a yawn. “I finally beat that level, so I can talk now,” she slurred, stepping into the light. Lily had joined later than every other person here. The only thing I knew based on my assessment with Serena was that she had a sister who was ill. And she, Lily had so much potential. “My sister was ill, but they killed her. That alone is enough revenge,” she muttered, then turned to face me.

Blue hadn’t yet realized she’d been clutching the two sheets of paper like she’d die without it. “She’ll know what to do.” Finally, Blue looked down. Set the envelope back into the box, aware of the fact it had caught her in a trance that made her want nothing else than to protect it—rather like the Horcrux of Slytherin’s necklace… but she hadn’t gotten up to that novel yet. “She’ll just tell me to destroy it…” Blue was mumbling. “You don’t know that.” “She needs Bradley, she hates him but without him, she wouldn’t last a day.” She was her mother’s daughter, she supposed. She had left one man for another. Managed to escape only with the help of her paramour. She couldn’t do squat on her own.

**Ariana's POV** Lily yelled up the stairs Come on Birthday Girl! Jack is meeting us at the Den. Your birthday is in exactly three hours and 37 minutes. The blue moon will be at its zenith exactly like the night you were born! "Let's get to celebrating." I took a quick spin in front of my mirror my dress fit perfectly as violet as my eyes. I have black heels on my hair done in a messy chignon. Aunt Lily did a beautiful job on it.

She’s in pain and terrified, but there’s nothing I can do about it, not while I am in his territory. Lily walks towards me, her beautiful blue eyes welling up with tears and her bottom lip trembling. She has lost her shine and sparkle in her eyes, but she still looks as gorgeous as the first time I set my eyes on her. This is my mate; she’s mine, and yet…

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Lily, "Lily, you're not a local? Your household registration is in Blueberry Town in Skyville?" "Yes, I came to Skyville for university about six years ago, and then worked here for two years." “Oh, is that so... hehe, we're fellow townsmen. I'm also from Blueberry Town, but all my relatives have passed away, and I haven't been back for a long time." Charlie said, lowering his head to sip his tea. "Look at this!" Lily took out her lucky blue stone, “Do you remember the blue pebble in Blueberry Spring? Hehe, this is my lucky charm, I carry it with me wherever I go!"

It was long, but it accentuated her figure. "You are not playing fair, Firefly. This is not what I had in mind for sightseeing," I said to her. I didn't want to flex it—I mean, she was something every man wanted. Well, that didn't do much until a little boy walked up to us, handing her lilies. Fuck! She does love lilies. "Μαμά, αυτό είναι για σένα." (Mommy, this is for you.)

True gold — like something that had never belonged to earth. Their eyes were worse. Blue, but not sky blue. Not ocean blue. The kind of blue you only saw in glacial ice or the center of a star. Their father’s eyes. Even if no one dared say it out loud. Lily learned early that the world feared what it didn’t understand. She learned it from the way villagers went quiet when she walked past. From the way animals either bowed their heads… or ran. And from the way her sister looked at her. Luna was beautiful in the way moonlight is beautiful — cold, distant, untouchable. Blonde hair, pale blue eyes, skin like polished marble. People adored her.

The mountain was the one place that affected him like that. "What should I be looking for now? Pink roses under the unseen moonlight? Or a massive firefly or mosquito to make me rich? So I can pay you with one million fucking pounds?" Lily asked as droplets of rain pelted her forehead. What little makeup she had on before was long gone, left in the dredge of mud and leaves swirling around her feet as the snow slowly rained out. It danced in the flashlight, a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind. As she watched her eyes grow that tiny bit wider.

“Lily made a video.” “Huh?” He turned to the side and saw her making a video. I gasped and pushed Blaze away. “What the fuck!? Lily, delete it!” I shouted. “No. Lily, Don’t. “ Blaze smirked, holding my arm so I won’t run after Lily. “I am so sorry Luna, how can I miss such a big opportunity.” She bowed a little and ran away. “Blaze, stop her.”

Lily stared out of the window into the darkness and for the first time since the rehearsal— she wasn’t thinking about Charlie. She was thinking about the diary. And the terrible possibility that it contained exactly what she feared. The Blue Diary It laid before her eyes. The room was silent. Too silent that it felt emptier. She didn't understood what felt more emptier, her heart or the room. She felt void even though she was getting her answers today. Lily sat on the edge of Elara’s bed carrying the blue diary which rested in her trembling hands. She was scared that it might contained something that could frightened her existence. She was very petrified to open it.