Lily Rose Depp Young Novels & Stories

Rose shrugged. “My fault,” Lily shook her head tsking. “Why?” I was confused. What’s the problem with that? “Alisa, boys were flocking behind this girl right here,” Lily pointed at Rose who rolled her eyes with a scoff, “who is pretty beyond anything but she decided to ask my stupid of a brother who’s the school clown” “Don’t call Brandon stupid,” Rose warned while retouching her dark red lipstick, “and I love him and you know I don’t care about those playboys”

Then eventually, they started dating, and went on to win Prom King and queen. "Don't mind him, babe." Drax gave Lily a contrite look, thinking she'd get mad since his ex's name was mentioned. She just giggled and brushed it off. But in her mind, she was feeling uneasy because she just remembered that Rose was the person who shot her and made her go into coma.

… At the same time inside a VIP ward of Lilyrose Prime Hospital, Alyssa came in with a middle-aged woman that looked fierce. Lil Dee was smoking on his bed when the woman came in. He quickly jumped off the bed and went over with a flattering smile. “Ms. Blossom, what brings you here?” Laura Blossom, the vice-director of Thousand Leaf Entertainment, Lil Dee’s agency. Lil Dee would be nothing without Thousand Leaf Entertainment. No matter how influential Lil Dee was, without the marketing strategy by Thousand Leaf Entertainment, he would never be as famous.

"Ma'am, Natalia is young, but you... no one would guess you're in your late 20s. You look like a teenager. I'm requesting you, just for one product. You're perfect for it." Lily raised an eyebrow, surprised by the director's flattery. She looked unsure, and for a moment, it seemed like she might consider the offer.

Lily said quickly, her voice sharper this time as panic surged through her. “Really?” Mehdi raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “I think you do. You know exactly who I am, don’t you?” Lily shook her head like a mad woman. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only know you because you’re a famous person and I did see you at your birthday party. That’s all I know so, what are you talking about? What other thing should I know about you?” Lily denied his claims, making them sound believable.

“He realised his mistake. He saved you, Lils. Don’t you think he deserves a chance for that?” “Lily! Lily, come here!” She turned, sagging with relief when she saw Rose waving wildly at her. “We’d better go,” she murmured, meeting her dad’s gaze quickly before jogging over to meet her friend. Even as she listened to Rose chatter non-stop about the “decadent” breakfast she’d had that morning and the surprise she’d had at seeing Lily down here and how beautiful the sunrise was, Lily couldn’t shake the feeling that her dad was watching her. He was still waiting for his answer – but Lily didn’t have one to give him.

I asked narrowing my eyes at her. Rose gestured in the air in a sign of waving a white flag, "I don't want him hurting anyone else. A few days ago before things went south with our relationship he told me of a young artist he met named Lily Matthews. I knew exactly who she was and that you two are together. I read the tabloids. He had plans to abduct Lily since she seemed to be avoiding his suggestion to help manage her artwork."

“At first it was just my mom, Dad, and me. But then your mom came and took my mom’s place, and her picture was removed from this wall. “And then your mom took over, and her picture was also removed. “Now it’s just you, me, and Dad. But don’t worry. Soon you won’t be on this wall. Neither will you be in my father’s heart, talk more of Jonathan’s heart—my future husband’s.” She paused. “Scratch that… my husband, because in just a few hours I will say ‘I do’ to him.” “I wish you were here to watch me marry him in your presence… but this way is better,” Lily said as she looked angrily at Ivy’s picture before walking away to the kitchen to get the water. A few minutes later, she returned upstairs

"I've heard so much about you tonight. I'm Rose Anderson." Lily, unaware of Rose's true intentions, smiled warmly and shook her hand. "It's lovely to meet you, Rose." "The pleasure is all mine, I must say. You are trying really hard to fit into the setting here, aren't you?" Rose giggled, her voice set in a passive, aggressive tone while keeping eye contact with Lily. "Aren't you tired?"

At something behind me. "Mom," I said into the phone. "What year did Lily die?" "1997," my mother whispered. "The same year you were born." "How can I be born the same year she died?" "Because you didn't survive either, Rose. Lily killed you on the stairs. I buried you both in the well. But you—you came back. Two days later, you crawled out of that water, covered in mud, crying for me. I don't know what you are now. But you're not my daughter. Not anymore."