Lily Hale Novels & Stories

“Good Morning, Miss. I've brought you breakfast.” Laurel frowned at her. She didn’t remember her from her past life. “Could I have your name?” “My name is Lily,” she said and approached the desk to set the tray down. “I was recently appointed as the head maid by His Majesty.” ******* She was Chasel’s cousin. She had been working as a nurse in several packs in the area but was called back to the Imperial City by Chasel because she didn't have a mate yet. She had attended the celebration and found her mate: Lynn.

We often went to the swimming pool then, but later she had to move away for college. After everything that has happened so far, it felt nice to have some peace. Looking at lily and nova, i realized i never really considered them this close before. Both were absolutely beautiful in their own way. Lily was a vampire with porcelain white skin and caramel brown hair. Her eyes were a deep, dark brown that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. She was tall and slender, with a grace and elegance that came naturally to her kind. She moved with a fluidity that was almost mesmerizing, and her voice was low and melodic. She had a captivating presence, and her beauty was both striking and intimidating. De

she stood up from the chair and walked closer to the cell. Fck so Lily is one of the missing heirs of one of the most secretive and powerful Mafia in Ireland. This btch must be Orla, the current head. There were rumors that she killed her husband and the two heirs. Who would have thought, One of them is still alive. I need to protect Lily from this woman. “And if you want, I can replace Lily in your life.” she leaned on the steel bar of the cells, showing off her saggy breast. It took everything for me not to lash out and claw her eyes out. I will fcking kill this woman with my own hands.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

A fae girl named Lily came to get me for dinner, & we walked through the halls which were twinkling with sparkling lights. Lily was gorgeous, she had platinum blonde waist length hair, high, shimmered cheek bones & a pointed nose & ears like Crysanthi. The points on her ears weren't nearly as long as Crysanthi's, & had no designs. They were solid green tips. She was much shorter than Crysanthi as well, & slightly shorter than me. She didn't talk to me really, keeping her answers to my questions short.

Lily! No! Anthea Morin!

"Scarlett." ******

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

Dexter I watched her from the bronze shadow of the founder’s statue, the morning sun warm on my back and the fountain’s spray misting the air like innocent tears. Lily Harper. Nineteen years old, freckles scattered across her nose like stars someone had carelessly tossed onto porcelain, auburn braid swinging every time she laughed at something her loud roommate said. She sat on the fountain’s edge with her knees drawn up, hugging a journalism notebook to her chest as though it were a shield against the world. Pure. So fucking pure it almost hurt to look at her she was the perfect prey.

She felt the cold drop through her before she understood exactly why. Lilly Hale didn't ask to meet people. Everyone at Durman Academy knew that. Everyone on Birchwood Drive knew it. The woman who'd built the Hale-Draven Group from a single consulting firm into something that made governments pay attention — she didn't ask to meet seventeen-year-old scholarship students unless she had a reason. Lena looked at the text. She thought about what reason that might be. She thought about Adrian's face at dinner, the laughter, the garlic argument, the hand over hers at the hedge.