Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

“This must be really confusing for you. I see that my young one is still really infantile in the head and did not care explaining anything of importance, so I shall do it.” She sat atop the wooden chest drawer from across Khailis before she spoke again. “I am Argillya vin Esneer, Mistress of the Black Pauca Billies of the Carval Region and the mother of your spouse, Rahul vin Esneer. Rahul has told me about you. You are Khailista Humphrey, correct?” Khailis hadn’t recovered her senses yet and could only nod. So, she is really Gavil’s mother, right? She’s too young and beautiful to have a grown son like him, though!

Ultimately, when a man falls in love, every woman he comes across looks like his beloved. At noon, Liam was confident that he had recovered from his illness, so he rechecked the trending hashtags. Later, as the familiarity grew intense and a powerful wave of emotion spread throughout his heart, he wished he had not done it. He wondered if his wife was the famous composer, Gael Strauss? In fact, Liam frequently listened to Gael's works, which were incredibly enjoyable and a true delight. When he considered this, Liam's thoughts returned to the previous international piano competition. That day, Gwyneth occupied a judge's seat beneath the stage. Then she took the stage, where her performance i

“But I’ve seen a lot of your arrogant kind. “I squeezed all the air out of them to make sure they didn’t get carried away. “Does the name ‘Gillian Wiggle’ ring a bell? You have the audacity to cause a ruckus in an establishment under my protection.” “Gillian Wiggle?” Many socialites in the back grimaced at the mention of the name. “Gillian is Zoro’s best fighter. He’s pretty well-known in the Riverbank underworld.”

Her lips curled up in disdain as she remembered her original goal. Sadly, for Gail there was no results for her goal. People make mistakes when they are provoked but people who are blessed with friends, have an armor even if they are provoked. Gail intention was to provoke Lara into attacking her and then publicize that she was a victim of the scam where she fell prey in the crossfire. She was going to twist black into white and paint Lara as the vicious person who scammed her, her only fault being she was once married to Ed and still loved him.

The adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving me with all the emotions I had buried while I focused on running. I dropped to my knees and tears bleed out of my eyes, blurring my vision and sending my hands to the earth. I was free. I, Camille Du... No. I wasn't a Dumont. I was a Gallagher. I Camile Gallagher was free and I missed my family. The one that actually loved me.

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.

There had to be a mistake. As we reached the side of the room, the man disentangled from both of us. Looking at me I see an awareness of who I was. He was breathtaking. He had dirty blonde hair slicked back, hair you could run your hands through. His eyes were a breathtaking silver color that sparkled under the lights. He was over 6 ft tall compared to my 5’4” stature he was a giant to me. He was all muscle and looked like he was in his mid 20’s. I wonder what he thought of me when he looked at me. Holding my hand out and smiling, I introduce myself, “I am Beta Lily Thompson from the Golden Moon Pack.”. As I said this the woman who was with my mate smirked. Looking at her I gave her

Mark tipped his hat and opened the cab door for me. “Mark.” I shot a dazzling smile his way and got into the car, smoothly passing him a ten-dollar bill as I did so. He returned my smile as the cab pulled away, and I relaxed back in the chair, breathing deeply. The ride home was when Christy Lopez became Gina McCartney, when the call girl becomes the real girl. Until my cell buzzes in my hand and my agent’s name flashes on the screen. I swallowed my sigh. “Monica.” “You’re late, Gina.”

I ran a hand down my face and muttered, “I’ll handle it.” “Make sure you do,” he said, tone dropping. “Because she may not say it, but she’s watching. Natalia is watching everything you do. And she doesn’t forget. She is quiet and she is smart. She knows how to be a Luna and she also knows how to be an alpha. But she doesn't know how to handle betrayal.” “You speak as if you've known her your whole life.”

Steel gray, unflinching, and still able to pierce through deception like sunlight through morning fog. Outside, Lyla's voice drifted down the hallway. She was telling someone—probably the chef—that she wanted the grapefruit served peeled and halved, “not quartered like a roadside diner.” I stifled a sigh. Lyla was a woman of particular tastes, high-pitched grievances, and expensive taste in everything from wine to handbags. She was not the first woman to flit through Charles’ life, but she had lasted the longest. I suspected it was because she truly did love him, though she had the emotional range of a soap dish and the subtlety of a fire alarm.