Lily Collins Book Novels & Stories

Lily Lying in bed, I calmly read a book about the history of the valley. I’ve never really been much of a reader, but since I’m so interested in this place’s past, I decided to pick up one of the books from the mansion’s library, and it’s turning out to be incredibly fascinating. The more I read, the more I learn about all the conflicts between the different packs in the valley, many of which were never resolved, how the Moonridges managed to unite them all, and how tense the beginning of this place was.

I replied hesitantly, then gestured to the empty seat across from me. As she settled in, I couldn’t help but feel an odd familiarity in her presence. The woman reached her hand afterward. “Let me introduce myself again to help you remember. I’m Lily Collins and I work at Moon Valley Orphanage. You used to volunteer and support us there.” Moon Valley Orphanage? I thought hard, but the name didn’t mean anything to me. Then she took her phone out of her bag. She scrolled through some pictures and turned the screen toward me.

I have to avenge my death, I have to make them pay for what they’ve all done to me and the only way I can do that is to play a game, a game where no one knows anything about me. “Lily, I am so sorry, I hope they didn’t put you through much trouble?” A familiar voice put an abrupt stop to my pondering and I lifted my head to see Kate, she was one of the maids too and probably the only one with a heart. “No, I’m fine.” I managed a smile as I stood to face her and I saw Kate flash me a painful smile as she closed the gap between us, her eyes carefully scrutinizing me as though searching for bruises.

Despite the pain still gripping her stomach, Lily forced herself up and packed a quick travel bag. She knocked on Mrs. Collins's door next. "Sorry to wake you last-minute work trip, I'll be back in a day or two. Could you watch Toby? Maybe bring him by the hospital during the day to keep Grandma company?" Half-asleep, Mrs. Collins blinked at her, then nodded. "Of course, of course. Travel safe, ma'am!" "Thank you," Lily said. "Once it's light out, I might send a driver over to install the child seat in the new car."

“No one touches her. Not while I’m breathing.” In the quiet of her room, Lily opened the notebook she kept hidden beneath her pillow. She began sketching what she remembered from the vent conversations—names, times, fragments of code. She wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was building a case, piece by piece, to end Leonard’s reign. Outside her window, rain began again, soft and steady, masking the sounds of the city. But inside, Lily’s resolve burned bright. Let them come, she thought. I’m not afraid anymore.

Creeds pov. Lily can’t peel her eyes away from her mothers spell book. She keeps grazing her fingers along the seams and sides, she keeps muttering words along the lines of, amazing, wow, huh, I can’t believe this… I myself can't believe it either, I have no idea what’s going on and how important this spell book really is. “Are you okay?” I ask Lily while placing my hand on her shoulder, she flinches slightly, startled because she was so caught up in her mind.

"I do. It's just I've finished them all. And those are fascinating topics. Perhaps you should try staying home and reading sometimes instead of sneaking off so you can fraternize with grocery thieves." Laughing at the catty comment, Lily nudged her shoes under the coffee table with pointed toes. "Oh, I could never. It's much more exciting hobnobbing with the criminal element than wandering aimlessly through a boring library. Besides, maybe I'm collecting research for my own book." "I'm certain it'll be an absolutely riveting read," Evelyn assured her, descending into a fit of giggles with her best friend. "It will." Unable to keep a straight face, Lily chuckled again. "You wait and see."

That thought made it worse. I bit my lip, tried to breathe evenly. Tried to stay sane. But every time he turned, every time his shirt stretched across his back or those slacks tightened around his ass, I wanted to slide my hand under my skirt and give myself the relief I was aching for. Then, thank God! A distraction. A girl beside me leaned in with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Lily. Don’t mind Professor Collins, he’s always that grumpy.” Grumpy? I nearly laughed. If she only knew.

Then the voice answered coldly. "No." "I removed obstacles." The line went dead. Victor stared at the phone. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. For years, he had convinced himself he had merely participated in a business conspiracy. Now he could no longer deny the truth. He had helped build a monster. Back at Cole Manor, Lily wandered into the library unnoticed. She loved books. The shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. One thick leather album caught her attention. She pulled it down carefully. Dust floated into the air. Inside were old family photographs. She smiled as she turned the pages.

Her hand rests over her belly. Lira sees it. Her own hand twitches once, then stills. Lily looks fragile in the smoke and moonlight, but not weak. Her hair is damp from mist. Her face has no color left. Still, she walks forward until the space between her and Lira is small enough to matter. No one speaks. The last wolf has risen from the mud. No one cheers. No one bows. For a moment, freedom looks exactly like fear. Then Lily lifts her chin. “I need to speak,” she says.