Lydia Kamu Jahat Novels & Stories

Lydia stared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “You’re unbelievable, but what if something happens." she muttered. “Lydia, stop thinking like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” she replied with a suspicious look. “I’m just saying… the guy sounds like some rich hotshot. What’s his name again?” “Jack,” I answered, almost bursting into laughter. “See? Even the name sounds dangerous,” Lydia said dramatically. “What if Jack spreads your legs and eat you alive. It’s been a long time since you got a proper...”

Lydia said with disdain. “I too remember how pale she went for a second, I thought it was because she saw me,” Lydia said. “But Sasha was standing right behind you,” Jackson said. “Fucking bitch!” Lydia exclaimed as she slammed her closed fists on the countertop. “That settles it. I am going to kill the whore.” Lydia said furiously that a member of her family could interfere with another person’s life in such a colossal way.

"I knew immediately that you didn't belong and that you were taking what should have been mine." "The mate bond doesn't work like that," I said. "You can't just decide who you're supposed to be with." "Maybe not," Lydia said. "But I can decide to fight for what I want and I wanted them so I did what I had to do to get you out of the way." "By planting evidence and making me look like a traitor," I said. "By attacking yourself and blaming it on my wolf." "I didn't attack myself," Lydia said and finally turned to look at me with a smirk. "Your wolf really did attack me that night under the full moon."

“Not so fast. You think you can just waltz in here, accuse us, and leave? You owe us answers. Where’s the gold? What did you do with it?” “I didn’t take anything,” I said through gritted teeth. “Sure you didn’t.” Lydia stepped close. “You always were jealous. always wanted what I had. Now you’re playing mafia princess? Pathetic.” Jake tried to pull her back. “lydia, stop…” She slapped his hand away. “No. She needs to hear this. You’re nothing, Arielle. You always were. That’s why Matteo picked you, he needed a disposable replacement. A dumb little stand-in.”

"What? Is there dirt on my face or something?" Mason shook his head, "I just love your energy that's all." "Thanks," she toothy-smiled, "truth be told, you're the only man who ever complimented me genuinely. Well, besides my brothers." "Really? Are men this blind out there?" Lydia weakly smiled, "The one man who told me I was pretty didn't mean it. Now that I think about it, he never meant any of his words. He was a tricky bastard who was after me to get to my brother and his money. It was too late when I realized it: I was pregnant with Liam. Dylan warned me several times about him but I was stupidly blinded by the love I had for him and the fake love he showered me. When he got what he wan

The evening air was thick with tension, heavy enough to suffocate. Lydia’s thoughts swirled as she paced Damian’s penthouse, the city lights below like distant fires flickering, far removed from the storm brewing inside these walls. Damian watched her from the sofa, his gaze dark, unreadable. The photo of Luca lay between them, a silent accusation. “You’re playing with fire,” Lydia said, voice low, every syllable dripping with both challenge and warning. “If he’s really out there, watching… then we’re already targets.”

he's big and hard am pretty sure his little man aren't little' Please can I kill both my wolf and best friend Lyca and Lydia have a lot in common, they are both sexually frustrated homosexual bitches, both are dogs on heat. "Am thirty second from committing murder, Ly." Her sass was on full mode. She waved me off with a pout. "Oh puh- eeh, you couldn't." She was right but I could try. She smirked when she notice my none reaction her mood slowly dying down like a light bulb looking its light.

Lydia stands there, the detonator in her thumb’s reach. “You were always the brightest of the lot, Zlliot,” she says, her voice eerily calm despite the sirens and the engines. “Just like your father. Too smart to just follow orders. That’s why I had to kill him. He wanted to go legitimate. He wanted to take the ledger to the authorities.” “And Gina?” I ask, my voice trembling with the effort not to pull my own trigger. “Gina found the Cambridge files,” Lydia says, a small, twisted smile on her face. “She was going to tell you. I couldn't have my best asset knowing the truth, could I?”

Every cry echoed one word: “Purge.” They were after them. Anyone associated with her. Anyone who had defended her, offered her shelter, or believed that her bloodline wasn’t corrupt. Her fingers sank into the soil, her nails were cracking as she gripped the ground, hoping it would keep her balanced. Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, full of fury. Run, it urged. But Lydia wasn’t ready to flee at the time. —-