Lydia Kamu Jahat Novels & Stories

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.

"Sarah," Lydia said when she saw me. "Can we talk?" "What do you want?" I asked warily. "I just wanted to say congratulations on completing your bond," Lydia said. "I can feel how strong it is and I'm happy for you." "Are you really?" I asked because I wasn't sure I believed her. "I am," Lydia said and she seemed sincere. "I know I did terrible things out of jealousy but seeing how happy you are with them makes me realize that they were never meant to be mine."

“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.”

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. —-

Like she had preferred earlier, she would rather be alive in a cage than rotting away like a waste. They finally reached the particular room in which she was tied, and he pushed her to the ground. “I shouldn't harm you but because of your stupidity and stubbornness, you will be regretting each second of that error, you committed outside there!” He yelled at her. Lydia shrunk but gathered her strength and yelled; “He tried to kill me back there; I'm not that stupid to jump off a cliff in an attempt to escape. Apart from that, I want to know the issue you people have with me!.”

“These are from Lydia. She’s been working with the Rogues, some of you might recognize the handwriting. She’s been helping them plan a takeover for years.” Lydia’s face paled for a split second, but she quickly smoothed it over, putting on her usual sweet, fake ass expression. “Ryan…” she whispered, clinging to him like a terrified child. “She’s unstable. She escaped the dungeon and stole those, she’s trying to ruin our night.” Ruin our night. The same poison stained words she always used.

Lydia said to herself as she started thinking if what next to do that will separate Lucifer’s heart from Diana and cause him to hate the human girl for good. “ Are you okay?” The persons voice brought her back to reality because she was thinking of what to do that will make Lucifer to forget about Diana completely. She raised her head to see Lucifer standing in front of her. She immediately comported herself so that he will not know what she is up to. “ Yes I.. mean yes I’m fine, I’m okay.” Lydia replied him sounding a little awkward. Lucifer looked at her face very well to see if she is okay because she really don’t look okay to him. To Be Continued…

LYDIA Julian stood there, glancing at me awkwardly, tightening his belt buckle. “So, Lydia, did you miss Julian so much that you just had to barge into the bedroom without knocking?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I shook my head, trying to keep my cool. “No, I just arrived minutes ago. I didn't know Julian was in there,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Ava raised an eyebrow. "At least, she saw us having fun,” she mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear.