Lumalee Quotes Novels & Stories

"Good, good. Jingli, don't push yourself too hard, you need to take care of your body, don’t be like Ma. Go to bed soon, you need to get up early tomorrow, right?" "Ok. Good night, Ma!" Luo Jingli said with tears sparkling in his eyes. -------------------------------------------------- Authors’ notes: J: Yes, I was craving steak with brown sauce when I wrote this. It will be even better with mashed potatoes. L: Hmmmm. I kinda like the KFC one haha. (not sponsored)

“You are glowing today. It is a beautiful, beautiful thing to witness.” Sister Maria, ever more direct and less poetic, put her hands on her ample hips and gave me a frank, appraising look that saw right through to my soul. “Glowing is one word for it,” she declared, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “It is the look of a woman who has finally been seen. Properly seen. Not just looked at. It becomes you, Lila. It gives you light.”

“She is also the first friend I had. The first person to reach me out with no ulterior motives of using me… she is an angel…” “She sounds like a wonderful person” Lea mumbled as she smile. ‘Will I be able to be like that?’ “She is indeed wonderful” As Lilith look at her eyes, it was the first time Lea see her smile, “And I wish and hope nothing but happiness for her” Can’t help but me mesmerized by Lilith’s smile, Lea did not hesitate and speak her mind. “Lilith… you should smile more often” And Lilith can’t help but laugh. “Really madame… There is no day boring with her…”

“Something tells me there’s trouble.” “Zee is drunk at the club. She’s alone. I swear she was drunk. She was all…drunk and talking shit.” “Shit?” Lemuel’s brows furrowed deeply. “I mean, Nonsense.” “When did you start using swear words?” “From some mafia movie I watched yesterday. One guy is always saying shit.” Lemuel scoffed. “Anyway, I don’t want to hear it again. Your parents cannot hear it and imagine I taught you.”

Liam mumbled slightly irritated. "Another blame on me?" "well yeah!" Liam exclaimed. Amelia turned slightly red in anger "I also know how to pin blame on people" "Whenever you turn red like that I get reminded of a meatball" Amelia gasped at his words "oh really? guess what, whenever I see your face I get reminded of a dying donkey!"

A smile that wavers is a smile of false of promise. The wise words of Drusilla Santora. Her version of never let them see you weak, though a much more shallow take, Liviana had to admit. Her mother's version of the uplifting saying, was one almost as superficial as the person who says never let them see you without your face - another one of her mothers most popular phrases, and unluckily for Liviana, it fit in perfectly with her mothers favorite lecture.

“You can hurt me all you want… but you’ll never control me.” Marianna clapped slowly, mockingly, her heels clicking against the floor. “Brave words for someone who’s barely standing. But oh… Liam will enjoy teaching her the limits of courage.” Liam stepped even closer, looming over me. His eyes gleamed with triumph. “Fear is inevitable,” he said softly, venom dripping from each word. “Pain is inevitable. But watching you squirm… watching your hope die… that’s the best part.” I lifted my chin, refusing to look away. “You’re… wrong,” I said, voice trembling but firm. “Hope never dies. Not while I’m still breathing.”

Matt didn’t answer—he just gestured for her to come inside. Livia’s face turned pale. She walked quickly, leaving Leela behind, who looked just as worried. 'How is it? This is the first day I’m allowed to go out. And I came home late on my first day.' As she walked toward the house, she heard someone chuckle. Assistant Brown was working on his laptop. He closed it and stood up as she approached. "Looks like you really have more than one life, huh." 'What?! Insolent! Still making fun of me!'

she murmured as she pointed to a picture where Damien's hands were wrapped over Amber as she stood in front of him. "She was..." "A joy, different, the best child," Lila murmured. She had not heard a bad thing about Amber so far; every single thing she had heard was good. She wondered what kind of woman she was and if her family just saw her as a saint since she was no more or if indeed she was a saint as they said. "Yeah," he nodded, not bothering to say she was wrong. "I am just coming from her grave," Lila announced. "She is a tree," she added.

Trista’s POV “Fabulous,” Lemone said, smacking his knee with his hand. “I’ll add you both to the list for the competition. Best of luck.” He beamed at Liam, but neglected to look my way. “Now, perhaps you could go and fetch us all a latte, Lucian? All this business talk has me craving some caffeine.” Lucian looked severely unimpressed, but he couldn’t refuse his boss. So he sulked out of the apartment, leaving us alone with Liam.