Lily Voice Novels & Stories

Even her eyes hurt from all the tears rolling out of them. “Everyone hates me. Everyone except Fae and Noah. How can everyone be mean and inconsiderate? They only know how to produce vile words from their lips!” She snapped directly at no one. Lily was angry yet crying. She hated the way they were treating her. She has gotten enough of it yet there was nothing she could do to stop them. “What about me, Lily?” A familiar voice sounded from behind the door. Lily gently moved her head to the door. She pondered on the voice before she finally remembered where she had heard it from.

“I’m not like this.” “I rather enjoyed it.” Caspius pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Next time will be much slower.” He gave her a chaste kiss on her lips, doing his best not to linger. “Next time?” Her brows furrowed together. She looked down, as if thinking about something. “The voices tell me to stay away from you and your friends. That you’re bad people.” Lily swallowed. “The voices?” If she weren’t a seer, Caspius would have thought she was a little crazy. “Shouldn’t you form your own opinions about your mates?”

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

she said, her voice laced with teasing. Lily looked up from the product files she was flipping through, a hint of a smile on her face. She didn't seem to take offense to Mia's words; instead, she appeared to be reflecting on her past. "I also daily ask myself the same question," she said, her voice light and airy.

And in the silence that followed, I heard something I had never heard in Lily's voice before. Not anger. Not calculation. Not performance. Disgust.

Lily stared at her. She didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just stared, as if Riyana had said something unreal, something that didn’t belong in the air between them. Then suddenly, Lily laughed. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t light. It was sharp and broken, the kind of laugh that comes out when crying feels too heavy. It cracked halfway through, turning into a strange sound that made Riyana’s heart jolt. “Lily…” Riyana stood up a little from the bench, alarmed.

Then she heard the voices. “There’s a war brewing, apparently.” The voice sounded male, but Lily did not trust her senses. Not anymore. She crept closer, cursing every crunch beneath her feet. “So the sea says,” another voice, this one brighter and sharper, said. “But the word on the waves cannot always be trusted.”

“Lily, do you know how to talk? If you can, say ‘Mommy’ or ‘Daddy’ into the phone.” Lillian understood what Shirley was asking her to do. She took the receiver and then she heard a familiar voice from the other end of the phone. “Lily! Is that you, Lily? This is Fab. If you hear me, please say my name!”

I pressed the green circle and put the plastic to my ear. "Ivy?" Lily did not sound delicate today. She sounded like she had been running uphill through the mud. Her breath came out in short, wet wheezes. "Ivy, do not hang up on me! You cannot hang up!" "I am here, Lily," I said. My voice was very low. It sounded like someone else’s voice.

Lily paused, stunned for a moment, then responded, "Aria, I studied piano, not vocals. Are you sure I'd be suitable?" "Oh, come on," Aria pleaded. "Professor Whitmore knows you. She even once mentioned that you have a lovely voice, remember? It's better than having no one show up. Besides, it's for a good cause! Please, do it for me. I promise to treat you to a lavish meal afterward!" After a moment of consideration, given that she had no other plans the next day, Lily cheerfully agreed, "Alright then."