Lily Chu Author Novels & Stories

I just changed and got ready, then left again. By the way, I’m Lily Russell. I graduated with a degree in business administration even though my dream was to become a lawyer. Why? Because I wanted to get into the Chilton Group. For years, I’ve studied the kinds of businesses they have, and I’m familiar with the company’s officials and heads. Yes, I diligently and patiently research everything about them because I’m after someone.

"You're lucky. To have her, I mean." He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I wondered what he saw. A pregnant woman abandoned by her husband? A problem to be solved? A pawn in his game against Adrian? "Elena," Mrs. Chen called from the kitchen. "Come here, dear. Lily wants to show you something." I found Lily standing on a stool by the counter, carefully arranging cookies on a plate. Her tongue stuck out slightly in concentration. "I'm making a pattern," she explained. "Chocolate chip, sugar, chocolate chip, sugar. Patterns are important. My teacher says so."

Pursing her lips, Maisie admitted, "It's a... nice gentleman!" Rachael couldn't hold back her chuckle. It made sense. Daniel was significantly older than her, practically a gentleman when they were together. Rachael said with a smile, "Ms. Lily is a literary agent! She has made many authors famous. Would you like to show her your writing?" Maisie was stunned, turning to Lily with a mix of surprise and happiness. With Maisie's permission, Lily carefully read the outline of her novel. "Hmm." She nodded while reading. "Your ideas are excellent. It's just that the plot doesn't flow smoothly. There's a logic issue..."

I said. "Me too. But enough about me. Tell me about you, Lily. What do you do? Where do you live? Are you happy?" I hesitated. Where did I even begin? Did I tell him about Alex? About the abuse and torture and murder attempts? About being poisoned and paralyzed? About Emma being kidnapped? Tony must have seen my expression because he jumped in smoothly. "Lily runs a nonprofit foundation that helps domestic violence survivors. She's also a published author and public speaker."

Penelope inclined her head thoughtfully. "We'll take a bottle of Roditis." She smiled sweetly at the waiter. He bowed his head in acknowledgement before walking off. She leaned closer to Lily. "So, what type of book are you working on?" She asked curiously. Lily opened her mouth to answer, but she glanced up at Jayce and blushed lightly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Oh, it's nothing special, really." She said, her eyes looking over the menu again. "Nothing special? You made New York's Best Seller with book one, right?" She asked and Lily nodded, smiling shyly.

Author's Pov Lily was busy reading the novel she just started yesterday, her eyes instantly widened when she read the next lines which left her utterly speechless. Lily had read a lot of smut books even some bdsm related, but this was the first time she was reading something so explicit and kinky, the male lead was a freak indeed, the female lead was a prostitute in the story and the male lead was trying to find a way to fill the void he was having from the last few months.

A tablet was in Lily’s hands, her fingers moving quickly across the screen as she gave instructions about outfits and jewelry. “Oh, you’re here,” Lily said, glancing up briefly. “Sorry, I still have a little work left. Please, sit.” Riyana smiled softly. “It’s fine.” She moved to a chair in the corner and sat down quietly. Watching Lily work, Riyana couldn’t help but admire her. Lily looked confident and focused, completely in her element. It reminded Riyana of how passionate Lily was about her work, and for a moment, Riyana felt a strange mix of admiration and loneliness.

Chapter 1: The First Sting I never thought my life would change forever over something as stupid as forgetting to take out the trash. It was just another Friday in our quiet suburban neighborhood, the kind where everyone knows your business but pretends they don't. I'm Lily, seventeen, captain of the cheer squad at Westridge High, and yeah, maybe I look like the picture-perfect innocent girl with my long blonde ponytail, big blue eyes, and that perky smile everyone loves. But inside? Lately, I've been feeling this weird heat, like something's bubbling up that I don't understand. Especially around Daddy.

“Tell me about your trip.” Chloe took a deep breath, still annoyed, but didn’t push. She fished out her phone from under her and lunched into stories about Florence— the people she had met, what she had seen, places she had visited, the food she had enjoyed the most, and her romantic fling. Lily listened, laughing and commenting, grateful for the distraction. ********************************************************************************************************* That night, her mom called her. “You left before I finished talking.” Her mom said before Lily could say her greetings.

Across the small clearing, Lily didn’t even glance up from where she sat cross-legged in the grass, sketching in her journal with a stick dipped in berry juice. “They’ve been like this for over an hour,” she said flatly. We both turned to stare at her. “How long have you been here?” I asked. She calmly licked her finger and smeared a little more berry over a page. “Long enough to map out the argument arc. You peaked somewhere around the ‘mossy death trap’ and it’s been downhill since.” Aya flopped onto a sun-warmed rock like a wilting fern. “I need a new partner in tag.”