Marinette X Lila Novels & Stories

The air was musty and filled with the scent of old grain. Xaren was waiting for me, their eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Welcome, Lila," they said, their voice low and smooth. "I've been waiting for you." I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you want, Xaren?" Xaren smiled, their lips curling up in a cold, calculating smile. "I want to show you something," they said. "Something that will change everything." And with that, Xaren turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me to follow them into the unknown.

Lily’s POV: Two weeks ago, I married The Lucas Hawke. Well, not exactly “married.” We didn’t have some grand wedding, no white-draped ballroom, no aisle to walk down. Instead, we legally joined. Just the two of us and the civil registry. But we did take pictures, in Rome.

I continue, holding up the device, “contains a conversation I recorded earlier this week. A conversation in which Lila makes some… interesting admissions.” I press play, and her voice fills the room, clear and unmistakable. “You think she’s so perfect, don’t you? Well, she’s not. Siena’s just a weak little girl pretending to be strong. And once everyone sees her lose control, they’ll turn on her. They’ll see that I’m the one who deserves to stand beside Raiden.” The recording continues, Lila’s voice growing harsher, more venomous. “It wasn’t hard to push her over the edge. A few drops of the right compound in my perfume, and her wolf went wild. It was almost too easy.”

I say. Lira looks at me. This time, she does not say no. Good. Because I am done pretending waiting is safety. Mirella opens a small clay jar and dips two fingers into dark ash. Salt follows, pale grains catching in the firelight. She begins marking around the crescent on Lily’s shoulder, careful not to touch the scar itself again. Lily stands still through it, one hand clenched in her skirt. Lira stays near her. Not comforting. Guarding.

“No, Emma misses me all the time! We even got to have a sleepover yesterday!” “That sounds like fun,” Dr. Lloyd said as she moved her blue marble two spots. “It was!” Lila responded. “Until I started throwing up red, and then I had to go to the hospital and that was scary and hurt a lot.” “So you, Emma, and Aria are all friends now?” Dr. Lloyd asked. Lila hesitated as she rolled the di. She rolled a four, so she moved her marble that many spaces. Her marbles were yellow which she chose because yellow was her favorite color.

“Stop it, Lila! You’re being ruthless. I’m begging you, please.” She tilted her head, considering my words for a moment. “I’ll give you a second chance,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “But it comes with a price. You hand over your daughter, Mara, and I’ll make sure that shipment goes through. Otherwise, you’ll face bankruptcy.” I froze. “Mara?” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “I don’t even know where she is. I haven’t seen her in so long.” Lila’s smile twisted into something far darker. “I don’t believe you. If you can’t find her, don’t expect any second chances from me. Hand her over, or watch your company crumble.”

“Lila, we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Lila scrambles up, running to her. “Mama, I have a new friend. Her name is Tessa. She played with me! She’s so fun!” The woman kneels, hugging Lila tight, then looks at me with a warm smile. “Thank you, Tessa. I’m Mara. She wandered off, and I was worried sick.” “No problem,” I say, standing and brushing grass off my jeans. “She’s a great kid.” Mara nods, her eyes soft. “Come on, Lila, let’s get you cleaned up.” She glances back at me. “You’re welcome at our home anytime, Tessa.”

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

“This is where rogues end up. Black Moon. Jade’s playground.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with shared grief and unspoken losses, broken only by the fire’s soft crackle and pop, and the gentle, rhythmic breathing of Lila as she slept curled in her furs. The flames cast dancing shadows across Mara’s face, highlighting the fine lines etched by years of survival, her warm brown eyes reflecting both sorrow and quiet resolve.

soft, unapprehensive, angry, all suggested Alice's tone of voice " Seriously ! how long have we known each other ? " Taria questioned, adjusting into a more comfortable position on the stool, after which, drank from her glass as if wanting to savour every taste. She finally drew the glass from her lips and dropped it delicately on the counter, to resume her mockery of Alice . " No matter how hard we try to hide something, in the end it would eventually surface, just like this glass, shut at the bottom, but wide open at the top ", she said with a giggle.