Marinette X Lila Novels & Stories

Jamira said if she knew how, she’d tell me, but heaven was not her domain. We enter Trasion easily. There was no fee to enter or live there other than you had to be a winemaker. My father was known well for his wine. Even though it was a small shop, dad’s wine was rare and delicious. He was offered his own factory many times, but he knew if he started a factory, he wouldn’t have time for his family. I told the duke of the town that I was his granddaughter. I kept my fathers last name; Celestia, and changed my first name to Lila. As far as anyone knew I was layla’s daughter. I willed everything to myself. If anyone asked where my mother was, I would say she died at the age of 44. 44 years old

Somewhere far away from that nearing glimpse of twilight revealed in those aging toes, the little aches and pains, her angry, disaffected portrait in the mirror. 'You are my reward,' Lala said out loud, but the Malian was still sleeping. She rolled over towards him, her generously fleshy body calm from the medicine she had taken, running her hand across his torso. His pectoral muscles flinched under her caress, over the soft mound of floppy jelly, and his body stretched in agreement. Lala shook the hair from off her face and shoulders and held it back with one hand, with the other she took his member between thumb and forefinger, then went down on him.

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

he helped her wearing the beanie and both of them looked in each other's eyes. It was a perfect moment... as if someone had pressed the pause button and they are lost in their own world. With nobody around them... nobody was there to interrupt them... no work, no office, no gang, no guns, no people, no exes, no enmity. The air was perfumed by the heavy scent of the lilies. Their white petals were striking against the backdrop of stone walls, simply beautiful. On closer inspection, she could see that their stamens had been removed. Reaching out a hand to the delicate snowy petals she felt pleasant. The scent would forever be sickly and repugnant.

I know that too. Why aren’t you afraid? Because she doesn’t want what I’ve built. Then what? She is curious about what follows me. That night, Lila broke one of her own laws. She sat before the mirrorwall. Not to ask. Not to seek. To answer. She crushed violet root, mixed it with ash and moonwater, made ink that shimmered but refused to bleed. She drew three lines on old parchment. If I step aside, will the next voice sing without needing me gone?

Lila’s POV I step in from the balcony, shaking my head at Maren. “My goodness! Aren’t you tired of taking pictures already? Since we came back to the room, it’s been one angle after another. And now you even dragged me outside for the evening view.” Maren just laughs, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course I can’t be tired! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I want memories of everything.” Her voice is bubbling, like she’s trying to capture every joy of the moment before it slips away.

She climbed into my lap and showed me every single one, explaining them in detail while Mara leaned against my shoulder and Varynia sat cross-legged on the floor filming us on her phone because “this is too cute I’m keeping it forever.” “So this is you,” Lila said pointing at a stick figure with brown hair and a big smile. “And this is me with my braids. And this is Mara because she’s the best mom ever even though she’s not my real mom but she feels like my real mom. And we’re all at the beach with a giant ice cream cone because ice cream makes everything better.” I kissed the top of her head. “It really does. I love it. I’m framing this one.”

Because Lila’s tone wasn’t playful anymore. It was cold. Sharp. Warning. “You’re getting emotional again,” Lila continued quietly. “And emotional people make mistakes.” Marisa swallowed hard. “She’s my friend.” “No,” Lila corrected immediately. “She’s a problem.” Those words landed heavily. Marisa looked away silently. Because deep down— that was exactly what terrified her. Lila no longer saw Selena as just competition. Now? She saw her as an obstacle. And obstacles were things Lila removed. “You need to relax,” Lila said calmly now, regaining composure.

How strong his hands looked. By evening, the sun had gone down, but the air was still thick and warm. Lila took a quick shower in her small bathroom. The water felt good on her skin. She ran her soapy hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples get hard. She thought about Marcus again. Those arms, that deep voice. Her hand slipped lower, between her legs, but she stopped herself. Not on the first day, girl. She put on a loose tank top and soft cotton panties, no shorts. It was too hot for more. She opened a bottle of cold white wine and poured herself a glass. The duplex had thin walls. She could hear faint sounds from next door.

, the caller ends. "Thank you, Mia, God bless you too, now let's take our next caller, Matt", a beep sounds. "Hello Matt" "Hey Rita, actually I'm calling from London. I need your opinion on something actually" "Go ahead, I'm your girl" "I met this lady and we had sex, then we happened to meet each other and we fucked again which wasn't a coincidence, but now she acts like she doesn't want to see me again, like my touch doesn't affect her anymore, like she doesn't want me to fill her up anymore", Rita knew who exactly it was but she decided to play dumb.