Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

“But it’s also not augmented. It’s… prosthetic.” Liana’s jaw dropped. “You mean—fake? Wait… Gill, are you—?” Gill cut in, her voice calm. “Not a man. But yes… I’ve had a mastectomy.” Liana gasped, reaching out to hug her tightly. I stood still, watching the storm of emotion behind Gill’s eyes. A fire that hadn’t dimmed. “I was attacked ten years ago,” she said, voice tight. “Terrorist attack. I was a student in another Pack. Got stabbed—heart injury. Had to lose some… parts. No news reports. They covered it up fast.”

“That’s not a plan, settling down with one woman anytime soon. Samara and…. What’s the other one with the blue eyes and ginger hair?” “Katya,” he offered with a knowing smirk. I always forgot her name. “Yes, her. They’re good enough for the time being. Tell me, what’s the news?” He wasn’t convinced, but he scratched the scruff on his jaw and gave me a curt nod. “Right, the crazy news. It’s the Irish. Sean Gallagher passed away last night. Turned out he’dbeen battling health issues for a while now, but they kept it to a minimum.”

“Kai ran to get the healer. You scared the hell out of me. What happened to you? We were okay a while ago and then suddenly you collapsed.” Inside, I smirked bitterly. Good. This was exactly what I needed, to keep him distracted, to divert suspicion from me and my disastrous conversation overheard moments before. If Kai was finding information then now I was going to need to try and cover it. But I maintained the charade, lifting my fingers slowly to touch my forehead, acting dizzy. The healer, an older woman named Helena, stepped toward the bed, giving Liam a meaningful look.

Liam hovered behind them. Harold cleared his throat. “The footage from the new camera at the north corner of the property shows Miss Gallagher leaving of her own accord at approximately 9:40 last night. She walks casually toward a black vehicle with no visible plates. She taps the window and opens the door. Only then is she seized from behind by the masked individual. The manner of her approach suggests she expected someone she trusted.” Dax’s head snapped up. “What the fuck does that mean?” “It means,” Harlan said carefully, “that we have to consider the possibility she was lured. Or that she staged the event herself to avoid the wedding.”

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

he laughed and I rang the bell near my bed and the nurse came in. “Sister, please tell him to leave” “I was just caring,” Bain sighed and left. He is such an asshole. I don’t know if he was the reason or not. But if he was, then how? Is he forcing her…? I don’t know what is going on in my own mind right now. I decided. I will kill you Bain, once I get well. --- Author’s Note

Celia "If you don't shut that shitty mouth of yours, something is going to happen between us and I'd guarantee you that it wouldn't involve you going out of this room with all your teeth." Shit, Lillian is having an argument again. Things like this have been happening since that scene at the hospital on the day Alexander's mother died. People came to many conclusions. Most of them are true, though. I slept with him, they mean I pursued and fucked the person who owns this hospital. In addition to that, they talked about the things I don't even know about myself. Like,I am a gold digger. I thought I have a chance with him, so I took advantage of his situation and he is smart enough to look thr

He lied. Morrigan walks towards the gazebo in the garden, sitting by the marble seat in front of the pristine marble table as she looks out of the garden. The cold surface of the marble caressing her skin. "Have you recognized your offense?" She asked meaningfully. Observing Colfre's reaction, trying to see if he would recognize what offense she was meaning to tell. Colfre nodded his head briefly. Standing upright in front of Morrigan. His hands clenched beside him, his chest out. The emblem on his armor glimmering under the rays of sunlight. Morrigan rested her hand on the marble table. Propping her head on one of her hand, gazing at him with disinterest etched in her eyes.

‘There you are I’ve been looking for you,’ I turned to see none other than Gallia looking at me, she took a step closer keeping her hand on my arm, I went to pull back, but she gripped it tighter. ‘You found me, what do you want,’ I snapped back at her, I hadn’t spoken to her in years, and she was acting far too comfortable around me for my liking. ‘I just wanted to say I enjoyed watching you take Laelia down, that bitch has had you wrapped around her finger for too long,’ she leaned closer to whisper in my ear and at that moment Zelda chose to step out. Not wanting her to get confused or have anymore issues with anyone else I may have slept with in the past, that was going to come back to b

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.