Lily Collins Novels & Stories

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

said Alice in annoyed tone. “Of course, he is!” Chris argued in a loud tone. “No, he is not! Sister Elena is extraordinary. I can’t believe she is so damn perfect” said Alice in an admiring tone like she was cherishing her favorite Kpop Idol. Being the leader of feminist group, Lily had to jump in between their never ending conversation to put a ‘Full stop’ to it only if she knew that wasn’t really a nice idea. “Of course, she is. She is the perfect combination of beauty and brains” said Lily with a proud grin.

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

My thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open again, and Lily stepped out. She was wearing a pair of stonewashed jeans and an off the shoulder top with little flowers. Her hair was made up of loose curls, and she had very little makeup that brought out her natural beauty. I was in awe when I saw her standing in front of me. I didn't expect her to take this date seriously, but she actually dressed up for me! My insides did a little flip.

it continued. “Yes.” “Central convergence relinquished.” “Yes.” “Why relinquish power?” The question struck deeper than expected. Lily looked down at her hands. Gold still there. Crimson still alive. But not gravitational. “Because power hoarded invites correction,” she said quietly. “And power shared invites growth.” Luke watched her carefully. This was not a queen speaking. Not a god. Just Lily. And that felt more dangerous than any throne. The fragment hovered in silence for several long seconds.

The tears, the darn tears was coming again. “This is Lily, as her name implies, she is a symbol of purity and innocence. She is 5 feet 6 inches, only 23 years of age, jet black hair and she's from Michigan... We are going to start our bidding from 1.5 million dollars, 1.5 million do I hear a 1.6?...”, The auctioneer continued the bidding on me like I was some sort of handmade crafts. I wished the tears would turn into any kind of weapon and destroy them all but if wishes were horses...

- I pushed back the lilies in his hands, frowning in disgust. He gave me a pretentious look, feigning worry between his brows - too bad it wasn't sincere enough. "These are lilies, don't you like them?.Or does my mere presence displease you?" - He spoke softly, his dark eyes lingering on me. I scoffed, mentally rolling my eyes - I politely refuse his flowers and he tries to guilt trip me......what exactly did he take me for?. A fool perhaps?! " Is this his child?" I rested my gaze on Dean's little frame as he slept in a coma, perking my brows up a bit - Was he asking about Richard?. It was quite clear, giving that the two of them shared an uncanny semblance to each other and Dean's blonde cu

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

He nodded and left without another word. She turned back to me, pulling on my arm. “Now, sorry about that rude welcome.” She cleared her throat. “My name is Lily Collins. I’m the HR manager of Hamilton Group & co. Welcome to the company.” She dropped her hand from my arm and stretched it out for a handshake, which I reluctantly accepted. My palms were a tad sweaty, and my body shook from the force of Lily’s handshake, but I didn’t show any discomfort. I tried my hardest to keep my composure, and I didn’t want to give the still-gawking workers something to discuss.

Her face instantly brightened at the sight of the dress. Lily took the dress with her to the washroom before changing into it. It was a black bandage bodycon dress that reached her knee, with a slit and a zipper on the back. The dress had a sweetheart neckline with full lace puff sleeves embellished with sequins. The dress hugged her body perfectly, making her feel comfortable with the amount of skin that it was showing. Lily smiled brightly at her reflection as she twirled in the dress in front of the washroom mirror.