Liyah Mitchell Novels & Stories

The roads were clear, too, and infrequent streetcars passed by with a soft purr. They did not talk about tomorrow. Here, surrounded by the wide avenues and tall buildings of the capital, their plans felt childish and unreal. An audience with the Voice? The Voice spoke to everybody and nobody. He was the incarnation of Light; the father of Motherland; the axis of the world. Even to think that a little girl from a provincial town could stand in his presence was presumptuous. The idea that she would boldly demand an audience was madness. Yet, Svetlana knew that this was what she was going to do because there was nothing else left for her. Giving up this goal would mean confronting the memory pi

Maya broke down in tears. She felt that her world was falling apart, and for the first time, she felt like she was better off dead. "Haha Maya Brown, you are too naive. Who do you think you are for Mark to even care about you? You are just an orphaned girl who is pitiful." "Let me tell you, we have been together with Mark for five years now. I'm his destined luna. He was just pitying you that is why he decided to pretend that he loved you." Lily said.

“You'll never find anything about me on the internet, everything you see there is a place there by me. I've made sure to have everything deleted. My father, like I told you, was one of the biggest dicks that I know. He'd work and never pay attention to his family. Me? I didn't care about him, but my sister did. She wanted that fatherly love and presence, but she never had it” My heart clenched as I remember my sister, Lily, was the name we called her because it was her favorite flower. She was tender and sweet, always wanting the best and seeing the best in people. I remember telling her to let go of wanting that affection from her father, but she refused to. She always wanted his attention,

"Scarlett." ******

“You were, ‘Oh moon goddess, how can you send me a mate and take him away immediately? How can my mate be the one that killed my parents?’ That was what I heard in your thoughts.” “What? That was exactly what I was thinking,” I looked at her and wondered if this was the same weak and shy sister-in-law of mine. “How could you do that?” “It is a gift. Apparently I unlocked it when I gave birth to Leo.” I shook my head, trying to process what she was saying. “I still don’t understand,” I said, my voice tinged with confusion. “I’ll explain everything later,” she promised, her tone firm. “But right now, we need to stop the execution.”

La'Shia said with her best Aussie accent. "In the next couple of weeks probably." The waiters arrived and they placed their orders. Ben steered the conversation towards La'Shia's career and what Tilisha did. He discovered the women, most of them at the table, had all grown up together and where La'Shia had become a singer the others had become her dancers and toured with their friend. Killah's lady friend Brooklyn was actually La'Shia's choreographer and dancer. Killah said he'd been 'mesmerized by her sinuous grace' as he put it. That caused chuckles around the table and earned him a kiss from the woman.

I bolted up in joy, unconsciously hugging Kelly. It seemed pretty ridiculous but it was worth the wait. I looked at my best friend and a wave of fright coursed through me, she wasn't looking all happy and jovial anymore, she was full of bad energy and lingering eyes. I could feel her offloading dozens of rage aura and she could wolf out if I moved any nearer. "Rachael, you have been chosen by the moon goddess to become the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack thereby becoming the Alpha's Mate," Sari said, hitting his bong staff on the floor.

She stood at the entrance, dressed stylishly despite the early hour, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Her gaze shifted between Ms. Mary and me. "Who's pregnant?" Ms. Mary looked at me, then back at Ria. "Lilith." She answered without even hesitating. Everything inside me went cold. Ria's expression froze, and for several long seconds... She simply stared at me. Then slowly, very slowly... She began walking toward me. She stopped directly in front of me, her eyes slowly traveled from my face, to my stomach... Then back again. "Is that true?" Her voice came out frighteningly calmer than I had expected

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.

Lily's fingers flew across the laptop's keys, the clicking sounds a stark contrast to Chelsea's wavering thoughts. "I don't want to." Chelsea murmured, his voice laced with protest. "Go do a live stream or something." Lily said, her eyes fixed intently on the screen. "You need to keep your viewers engaged and gain more fans. That's how you'll grow your following." She spoke but her eyes were deeply concentrated on whatever was being displayed as she worked. Chelsea pouted, his lips curling downward. He could have settled into the soft linen bed, but instead, he lingered, seeking attention from Lily.