Marinette X Lila Novels & Stories

I demanded. She shot me a sharp, piercing glare. "I said I will humiliate your mistresses—" "No, the part before that," I interrupted. For a moment, confusion flickered across her face, but then her expression morphed into one of mischievous delight. "Are you feeling jealous?" "Of course!" I replied matter-of-factly. "Who is the bastard that would dare cast a sinful gaze upon a Luna?" Lila burst into giggles, putting her palm to her lips. "Ah, the bastard I'm about to call now," she declared, retrieving her phone, and beginning to dial a number. "You were the one who suggested an open marriage, remember?"

Hold Mara, hold the line. Lila darted among the pups, her sling snapping stones that thudded off targets, chestnut ponytail bouncing. Her hazel eyes sparkled, wiry frame buzzing as she corrected a pup’s grip, voice bright. “Like that, Ryn! Hit the heart!” Optimism was her shield, but her hands trembled, the eclipse’s shadow creeping closer. Spark, her wolf, yipped, small and vibrant, tail a blur. They’re stars, Lila! Keep ‘em shining, keep you bright!

“You’ve had your fun.” Lillian gasped, sneering at Xenia but didn’t argue. She stood up straight, moved past them as Xenia’s hatred followed her every step. As soon as Lillian was out of sight, Xenia tore herself away from Mason’s grasp and rushed to Lacey’s side. She knelt down, gently pushing the hair away from Lacey’s face. The sight nearly broke her. Lacey’s eyes were swollen, her lips cracked, and dried blood stained her cheeks. She looked up at Xenia, her gaze filled with pain and fear, but also a glimmer of relief.

Lila sneered as she pulled a dagger from its holster at her side and gestured at me with it. "Don't do this, Lila. If you kill me, Marcus will never forgive you." Lila laughed, tilting her head back as she shook with laughter. "Ah, you're too funny. Perhaps you should have been a comedian instead of Marcus's Luna." she said as she wiped a tear away from the corner of her eye and sneered down at me once more, the hatred burning in her eyes, "I am Marcus's fated mate, not you. Everything that you had, now belongs to me."

“Careful. That’s trouble.” “They say he’s dating three girls already.” Before Lila could process, a drink tipped over nearby, splashing onto the floor. In the chaos, a figure slipped, and the glass shattered. Cade’s eyes narrowed, scanning the crowd like a predator. Lila felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Mara Sinclair, a notorious bad girl known for scheming her way through Ravenwood’s social ladder. “Cute dress,” Mara said with a fake smile. “But careful. Not everything here is as fun as it looks.”

Lila had known her most of her life, the mother of one of her closest friends before she re-married and became a leader in the Pack. Irene sat looking at the younger woman, feeling the slightest amount of pity for Lila in her hopeless quest to seduce Dominic. Her vulnerability was easy to manipulate, and once Irene found out about the failed love potion at the banquet she knew she would have to quickly capitalize on that fact. “I promise, Luna,” Lila was mewling, “I want this more than anything.” “And what exactly is it you want?” Irene asked. “Dominic,” Lila said. “I have always loved him, and I know we are meant to be Mates. We are fated to be together.”

The scent of white roses and peonies filling the air. My bridesmaids smiling encouragingly from their places. Even Miles had seemed genuinely present this time, holding my hands, looking into my eyes like he actually saw me. I should have known better. I should have known that peace with Miles Morretti never lasted long. The officiant's voice had just begun the familiar words—"Miles Morretti, do you take Lila Clement to be your lawfully wedded wife"—when his assistant burst through the chapel doors with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball. "Mr. Morretti," the man said, breathless and pale, his tie askew like he'd run the entire way here. "We have an urgent situation." The change in Miles's f

There was silence for some time but we saw a paper slip beneath the door. Mariya picked it up, read it and handed it over to me . It was a letter, which had only one line; Lila of lycan, you must return to moonveil to fulfill the blood pact.

She didn’t need to, Lila’s presence was loud enough without words. Lila walked in wearing a mini skirt so short it shimmered when she moved. Her top was a thin silk blouse tied at the waist, showing off just enough skin to make her intentions clear. A champagne bottle dangled from her fingers, half empty, and her smile was all arrogance. She didn’t even glance at Tessa as she passed. Instead, she aimed a bright, polished grin toward Lady Bianca. “My darling!” Lady Bianca exclaimed, rising with a smile that was all teeth and pride. “You’re glowing.”

When had she become so selfish! She lifted her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose to contain her resentment. "Do what you want, Mom." She said simply and went up to her room. As soon as she was alone, her tears fell. She pressed her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound of her sobs, slid down the door until she sat on the floor, and hugged her knees tightly to her chest. What Lila hated most was to be weak... and alone. After nearly an hour, Maria gathered her courage, suppressed her anger, and went up to Lila's room. She knocked quietly, then slowly opened the door. Lila was sitting on her bed, her tears forcefully and artificially erased.