Lyla Garrity Novels & Stories

And at its center They waited. Figures. Tall. Unmoving. Watching. Not wolves. Not men. Not anything that had ever belonged in her world. And when they spoke Their voices were inside her bones. "You are not the first." "But you may be the last." Lyla exhaled slowly, her silver eyes gleaming. She had fought gods. Had killed kings. Had burned thrones to ash. And she would not kneel now. "Then let’s see," she murmured. She took a step forward.

Weeks has passed after Becky’s funeral and things began to take a better shape. Lyla stood in front of a government facility as she handed over the final paperwork. “Name on the new birth certificate?” the clerk asked. Lyla hesitated. Then she smiled, soft but firm. “Alara Karev.” As she stepped outside, holding her daughter’s hand, a chill wind swept across the courtyard. But Alara didn’t shiver. She just stared upward at the sky like she already knew something was coming. And somewhere, far off, a file was being opened.

It was only when she held the wall for support that she could manage to keep her balance. Moira was the next to speak. "Let's deal with this objectively. We hired Gigi as Lyla's psychologist. All she did was ask us if Lyla was willing to watch the race. She did not force Lyla to go. You were there yesterday, so you heard it too. "Lyla was the one who accepted the invitation. Besides, Lyla's always had a weak constitution, so her fainting isn't necessarily Gigi's fault." Every word she had just said was proof of her taking Giselle's side.

Gabrielle could tell she belonged to Kyle's social circle. At first, Kyle leaned back, somewhat irritated by the girl's approach, but after a few seconds, he recognized her. "Ah." "It's Lyla!" The young lady reminded him. "Lyla Swan!" "Right. I remember." Kyle responded as his brows met. He remained seated in the chair and directed his gaze to Gabrielle. Together with his hand gesture, he introduced, "Gaby, this is Lyla. She is a friend of Kate since high school. Lyla, this is Gaby - "

Dazed at her unfazed reaction I wonder what could make her so rigid and yet still appealing to the eyes, walking unyi the car I shut the door close as she drives on tapping on the wheels, "Don't you have anything to ask me?" She says with her eyes glued to the road, Coughing akwardly I make a quick mental reharsal on what to say, "You can speak with me I'm not that hard to understand" she tells me taking a quick glance at me, "Who are you? A name perhaps?" "You must have been aching to ask me that haven't you?, I'm lyla and I work for Agnes, Don't bother asking me more questions I'll answer them all to you, my name is Lyla and Agnes trained me and brought me up I work for the TSI but my loya

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

asked the beautiful brown-haired woman in a long black dress that wrapped her slender body. "No!" answered Lyla firmly. Anastasia gave a faint smile. She knew, Lyla was so mad at her. But, so be it. All for her good, she thought. After the mother left, two women from different generation approached Lyla. She squinted at the both of them inquisitively. "Lyla Helliwell, welcome to Gothic Academy, I'm Miss White, I'm your homeroom teacher. And this is Louisa Collins. She's your roommate." The red-haired woman with big glasses on her face introduced herself.

They were the guides now. The world did not stop for their grief. A new generation was already rising, children who had only known a connected, peaceful multiverse. They were bright, curious, and fearless. One of these was a young girl named Elara, named for the healer of the quiet blight. She was Lyra’s star pupil, a child with an intuitive grasp of the Loom that sometimes even surpassed Lyra’s. She could weave stories not just from events, but from the emotions between the events, the silent spaces where true understanding lived.

Lyyana really treated Garret like her own child, maybe that's what made her closer to Garret than any other babysitter. "Let's wash our faces first, then have dinner?" Lyyana invited, unraveling her embrace and leading Garret to the bathroom. After 10 minutes, Garret and Lyyana came out of the bathroom, with Garret's face looking much fresher than before. Lyyana led Garret to leave the room, followed by Chava and Adelia behind her. Along the way, Garret continued to talk about the dream he had while sleeping, with a stuttering voice and unclear words. Nevertheless, Lyyana responded well to Garret's story, her attitude once again impressed Chava and Adelia.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.