Lily Stories Novels & Stories

Then I can see my own grimace in reflection as a surge of memory return to me. Lily excitedly and happily hug a fucking guy. Tsk! That’s really the highlight of my day! Bothering me the rest of my day! (((LILY POV’s))) What a tiring day. This is exhausting day for me. I lost much energy making stories about me and Jeoff on what happened these past five years. Lily, you will be a good writer for that. Since storyteller means telling lie. Oh Papa God, please forgive me. This is not my intention. I want to help my brother.

"I want to hear the story of Cinderella now." Liam hurriedly searched for the story of Cinderella again. "No, no, no, I want to hear the story of The Big Bad Wolf and the Little Rabbit." 'The Big Bad Wolf and the Little Rabbit?' Again, Liam searched on his phone, but he couldn't find the story at all. "Which story?" "It's the story about a little white rabbit crossing a river and coming across a big wolf, and the two having a fight." "Uh …" Liam searched on his phone some more, but still he couldn't find it.

I am Lily Cade, and I am an author. I wrote a book called "Love Is In Your Heart, My Prince." At the end of the story, I turn the Prince into a Tyrant and murder the Villainess, and the Heroine which enrages all of the fans. 'Why did you do that, Author!?' One of the fans' comments 'I wish that the author would be the villainess' a fan also commented 'Poor Heroine' Another follower commented

Lily pulled her knees against her chest and hugged it dipping her head in between. Lily has been avoiding Liam since she laid her eyes on him, but she knew they weren't meant to be from the start. Lily is a straight-A student with a GPA higher than mine and would probably be valedictorian. Liam is handsome and hot, from the island of Paradise, where his brothers were also born from there, and he has been with plenty of girls that he could not even count with just ten fingers. That means he needs more fingers, and just thinking about it grossed me out.

My eyes then drift onto his gorgeous blue eyes. "Yeah, Lily is one of the Gardening club members my older sister advises," Sydney replied with joy. "She's very talented with her fingers when it comes to gardening. Oh! I love that flower arrangement you gave to Ally. Can you make me one as well? I want to set it up at my new apartment." She sounded thrilled and had forgotten that she was having sex with a student! Like hell I would. I hiss when I put force on my foot. "Here, let me look at" I pushed him away from him, and he fell back with a thump. "What the hell, Lily?"

“Because I don’t know any bedtime stories.” “Impossible.” “I’m serious.” Lily giggled. “You can make one up.” I sighed dramatically. “Fine.” For the next fifteen minutes, I invented a ridiculous story about a princess who hated vegetables and a dragon who loved cupcakes. Lily laughed the entire time. Even Damian smiled. When the story ended, Lily yawned. “That was silly.” “It was supposed to be.” She reached for my hand. “Will you still be here tomorrow?” The question hurt more than it should have.

“Don’t do that again. Please. I don’t like it when you fall down and everyone runs over. Hospitals are scary.” “I’ll try my best not to,” he said softly, rubbing her back with his free hand. “You were really brave tonight, you know that? Sienna told me you listened to all her Mr. Flopsy stories and even laughed.” Lily nodded but still wouldn’t let go. “She’s the best storyteller. Mr. Flopsy saved the day with carrot cake. He told the carrots they had to behave or no more baking. Can Sienna tell me more stories tomorrow?”

And sometimes, I let him. — Lily started writing. Little stories. Frogs who couldn’t sing. Girls who didn’t like noise. She stapled them into books and left them on our pillows. “Maybe I’ll be a writer,” she said one night. “You already are,” I told her. — The company grew. Slowly. On purpose. So did the baby. Sometimes when I read, I felt tiny kicks. Like they were listening. Damian would rest his hand on my stomach and just be still.

Jordan just leaned back in her chair and smirked like she’d known all along. I pressed my hands over my face, muffling my voice. “I’m so screwed.” “Yeah,” Lily said flatly. “You really are.” Then she sat up straighter, eyes wide, and pointed her pen at me. “This—this is literally one of my W*****d stories.” I groaned. “Lily—” “No, don’t even. Guy falls for the forbidden priest? Confession booth kisses? Choking? Ezra, you are living my W*****d drafts.”