Lily Collins Novels & Stories

I move towards the railing, my wrist still clenched between Ethan’s hands. Lily stands on the stage, wearing a glittery black dress that highlights her perfect curves. With a confident smile on her lips, and a mic in her hand, she looks ethereal. Her charming voice draws everyone’s attention, but I am not listening to her. I am focusing on how people react to her, how they never gossip when she appears, and how they seem to worship the ground she walks on. With her, people don’t care even if she was accused of attempted murder just a few days ago.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“I’m becoming what I need to be.” The following morning, Lily dressed in all black silk slacks, a fitted blazer, and a diamond choker Liam had gifted her weeks ago. Her eyes were fierce in the mirror, her lips painted a muted plum, and her hair pinned back like a crown of dark waves. She didn’t just look like a Carlyle bride she looked like someone born to wield power. She was done hiding behind her innocence.

Wolves fought frantically, struggling to push back the tide of darkness sweeping over our home. And there, in the midst of it all, stood Luna. She was a beacon of strength, but there was something wrong—a darkness rooted within her, tendrils of shadow coiling around her presence. A sound rose unbidden from my chest, a mournful howl that climbed skyward—a desperate call for her to stay with me. Her gaze met mine, and I saw the tears glistening in her eyes. It was like looking into the depths of her soul and seeing the storm that raged within. Her voice, gentle and sorrow-laden, echoed in my mind. *Save Daisy. I love you.*

“Here.” On his phone screen was a zoomed-in image of a document with rows and columns showing Lily’s name which went by Lily Jones, not Lily Wilson as I had thought, and another name, Noah Hills. They were partners managing the same agency. On the side were details of their agency which included the location. As luck may have it, they were based here in LA with no branch in any other part of the country. I breathed out in relief to see this.

The other secretaries quickly came over and grabbed me. Lily squatted down and looked at me with playful eyes. "You have a pretty face, but don't worry. I won't scratch your face at the moment. That's because I'm planning on taking photos of you naked and posting them on the internet. It'll be too bad if I scratch your face and other people won't be able to recognize you." My whole body was trembling. I tried to protect my belly, but couldn't move at all. Lily picked up a pair of scissors from nowhere and started cutting my dress.

Her voice was like honey—smooth and expensive. ​I slowed down my wiping. "I am. Do I know you?" ​"No. But I know plenty about you," she said, a small, perfect smile touching her lips. "I’m Lily. And in our circle, you’re all anyone talks about lately. The girl who slapped Timothy Beckett and didn't get sued into oblivion." ​The name hit me like a punch. Timothy’s ex. I’d seen her in the papers before—the sophisticated woman who was always on his arm at those fancy galas. Seeing her in person was different. She made me feel like I was wearing a cheap costume.

Luna cocked her head sideways a little bit, her eyes narrowing as she pretended to think. “I’m sorry, I think there’s more, but I can’t really remember. What did you say your job was again? Designer? Event planner? Socialite?” Lily’s gaze darted between Luna and Rita, she shifted on her feet. “I have a non-profit,” she said, her voice small like she was unsure of herself. “Right,” Luna said, “non-profit. What does it cater to again?” Lily’s shifted again, her voice was even smaller. “Orphaned kids in Africa.”

She had long given up trying to find the system out and just accept whatever he offered, but she couldn't pass on hearing its fluttered voice. {Ah! Ah… of course I have no…sure feelings, anyway, what do you plan to do?} "We are going according to the original plan and hopefully I can use this opportunity and the momentum to advertise my company when the online store is done." She went back to her profile and began to make her post. #Seducing best friend's brother's clarification. Lily: Hello everyone, my name is Lily, a year two student in the Yellow Hill Fashion School designing class. I am here to make a clarification about the rumour going around about me.

After getting the name from Georgia, Lily then immediately browsed him on the internet. And the longer she scrolled on the internet, the surprise in her face became even more evident. She couldn’t believe that Chairman Granger was this influential! Last party, Lily couldn’t even believe that she met him–although he might have not really noticed her.