Lily Potter House Novels & Stories

The fire crackles, filling the room with warmth. “Lily, do you remember anything else about Esther?” Greta asks gently. Lily munches on a piece of apple. “She was always busy. She had a room with lots of bottles. She told me not to touch them.” The medical tent. Esther’s poisons. “That was wise,” Maya says. “Bottles can be dangerous." Lily nods. “I didn’t touch.” I think about Lily, small and quiet, observing Esther work without really understanding what was going on. Just a child, trusting the grown-up who cared for her.

grandma put her hand on her ears trying to cover it to prevent the harsh sound and said, " Lily, go and see through the balcony, who is trying to break something. " Lily went to the balcony. She saw the tall-high building, very luxurious one on the left side of her house was being repaired and painted. " It's already so beautiful. Is there any need of repairing and painting it? "Lily entered the room mumbling. "That beautiful building is being repaired. " Lily told her grandma. " Yeah, someone purchased that luxurious house. "an old man entered house and told them. He was Mr. Harrison, grandpa of Parth and Lily.

the cabbie asked as Lily slid across the backseat to allow Evelyn room to get in. “Oh! Here, please,” Lily handed a scrap of paper over the bench seat to the cabbie in front. “Thank you so much. For heaven’s sake, Evie! Close the door or we’ll be late.” ** The James’ mansion was an impressive stone Tudor baronial style castle with a wide circular drive, surrounded by expansive formal gardens filled with both native and exotic plants and rimmed at the outermost edges of the estate by a towering pristine evergreen forest.

She spent another thirty minutes in her car crying before speeding off to their house. As soon as Lily arrived home, the beauty of their two-story house's exterior design greeted her, as did the exquisite chandeliers, vases, and other furnishings upon entering. The house is a blend of classic and modern design. The living room is expensive, and the ceiling is high, as are the stairs that spiral through the second floor.

"She's a terror. But she's my terror." --- Detective Cross's house was a small ranch on a quiet street, the kind of neighborhood where neighbors waved and kids played in the front yard. The lawn was neatly mowed. The shutters were painted a cheerful blue. A bicycle with training wheels lay on its side near the garage. It looked like a home. A real home. The kind I'd only ever seen in movies. "Come on," she said, leading me up the path. "Lily's asleep, so we have to be quiet. But I can make tea. Or coffee. Or something stronger, if you're into that."

It was thirty-minutes before noon when they arrive at Lily's house. The house is big and spacious carrying a contemporary architecture surrounded by a vast area of garden filled with roses and orchids. The walkway led straight to the main door. The door is enormous. It opened immediately after Clive and Celeste stepped in front of it. All the walls are painted white and the furnitures are all elegant and clean. Not a bit of dirt can be found. Lily is a meticulous woman. She decides on every detail of the house. The food they eat and who to invite and even what and how the servants wear their uniforms.

After that, she wanted to take a proper shower and do her makeup before going to see Alex. Another day has passed, and Lily had completely dressed herself up as if she was a graceful lady who seldom had any contact with the outside world. She then drove her red sports car to the Poole residence. “I’m here to look for Mr Poole.” Lily could tell that she was there looking for Alex. This was because the Poole family’s housekeeper did not let her in. “Oh… Miss Lily, it’s a bad time for you to come over these couple of days,” said the housekeeper.

"Lily, this is Chrissie Willard from Hourglass Designs...Chrissie, this is--" "Lily King?" Chrissie gasped, think this must be Christmas morning or her fairy godmother was working overtime on the wishes today. Lily King chuckled. "So, you've heard of me. Please, just call me Lily." "Or Lil Lil," Ophelia supplied, and Lily glared, sticking her fists on her swelling waistline. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Chrissie said, walking over to shake Lily's hand. "I had the fortune of designing the interior of the Turner residence in Napa Valley. I believe you built that house. It was beautiful."

It's time we take charge of us! "Arriving three days later," I pulls into Lily's driveway. The house is a two story Victorian style with a beautiful porch stretching the entire length of the front. Dormer windows showing from the attic, with two balconies overlooking the front yard from the second floor! It's a beautiful light blue with white shutters to keep out the ferocious winter storms that Lily told us occur! I'm looking forward to experiencing my first one, but I'm relieved still have a few months before that happens!

There were so many banners and flyers on the street about some carnival going on in the nearby village. After a long ride of more than forty five minutes Liam stopped in front of a small cottage style house. "Where's this place??" She asked. "This is our lake house. Come I will show you around," he took her hands in his and led her inside. Her legs were still wobbly after the ride and she silently followed him. Instead of going into the house, he walked around the house and took her to the backyard. Her eyes widened as she saw the set up.