Lily Collins Book Novels & Stories

“Heh. I have no choice, Grandmaster Collins. After all, I know that it’d be useless for me to be nervous!” Lily gave a bitter smile. “Besides, I believe that a powerful and benevolent figure such as you wouldn’t bother with us small fry, right?” “Haha. That’s true, that’s true!” Grandmaster Collins studied Lily again, and his heart was troubled. The woman maintained her looks well, and she looked as though she was in her thirties. She also had an excellent figure. She was just his type.

“Indeed Ms Doran, and thank you.” Lily was basically sprinting down the hallway at this point. 'Easy for Vice Principal Kendrick to say a few more minutes won't bother them, he doesn't have to look into their self-satisfied little teenage eyes, does he,’ she thought distracted by the image of their smug smiles. This was why, as she rounded the corner, she slammed into someone quite a bit taller than her. Her portfolio, her purse, the book she was carrying, and her coffee all went flying and she landed painfully on her rear end.

Lilly asks, a quizzical look on her face. "I love looking at you. I've always loved looking at your perfect tits. They've turned me on since the first day I saw them," I say, reaching between us and cupping her right breast with my hand. "Always, Collins? A whole two months now, huh?" Lilly laughs. I laugh too, but not the same way. I am staring into her eyes, trying to decide whether to tell her about spying on her when she speaks. "What, Collins?" she asks, locking eyes with me.

Clara leaned closer slightly. “I figured out what it is.” Lustre frowned immediately “ I really don’t want to hear anything about that girl , She’s gone …isn’t she ? Let’s move on “ . “What if she isn’t gone? Lily is going to come back , I know that for sure …” “ Why do you say so ?” “ Do you want to hear what I have to say or not ?” “ Fine …what did you find ?” Clara smiled slowly. “Lily is human.”

"You must be the new temp from the lower tiers. Lily, isn't it?" "Oh, I'm not a temp, honey," Lily purred, leaning closer, deliberately thrusting her pushed-up chest forward until it was practically resting on my inbox tray. She ran a hand through her bleached curls, her voice dropping into a loud, performative rasp. "I'm the permanent upgrade. I saw Collins in the hallway this morning, and let's just say his biology is incredibly easy to read. Men like him and Christopher Bane don't want a woman who complicates the ledger with spreadsheets and compliance threats. They want someone who knows how to keep them on their knees without asking for twenty-five percent of the profit." I let out a lo

Her voice is softer than Lily’s but no less sure. “I’ve studied Lily’s work for years. Her depth is legendary. I’m thrilled to stand beside her. Our styles? They’re going to collide and create something unstoppable.” The air crackles. Lily turns. Their eyes lock. A smile breaks across Lily’s face, genuine and electric. Respect sparks between them like static. Megan steps back. She leaves the stage to the two authors. Lily and Ivy move closer. Shoulders almost touching. They begin to speak in perfect rhythm. Lily paints the vision first. A joint collection. Interwoven stories. Raw emotion braided with daring structure. Her hands move as she talks. The microphone catches every breath, every ri

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

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.