Novel & Cerita My Brilliant Friend Lila

The day I went back to the past, I went straight to Zeke and the other two and laid everything out for them. Yaron narrowed his eyes at me. He was clearly suspicious. “Why should we believe anything you say?” I smiled confidently. Being Lila’s sister was reason enough to be doubted. But I had proof. I showed them Lila’s social media. She was afraid of being exposed, so she posted the gifts they gave her on her main account while secretly chatting with each of them from different accounts.

To him, I was still Lila’s little friend, the girl with pigtails who raided his fridge and left crumbs on his couch. Lila was sprawled on the couch, watching TikTok videos on her phone, her dark curls fanned around her face. I told myself I wasn’t listening to the sound of the shower running upstairs. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, not looking up from her phone. “You okay?”

I thought to myself that I truly couldn't watch her leave me. In an instant, a strong pain surged in my heart. Even my thoughts began to blur. I still remember the first time I saw her; she was only eleven. Her frail figure always timidly hiding behind Mrs. Summers. She didn't dare to look up at me. When reminded, she would only lower her head and whisper, "Chris." On the day Mrs. Summers passed away, Hailey stood frozen, her face blank, without a single tear. She looked like a doll that had suddenly lost its voice.

Bellatrix Sinclair “Holy shit, you look amazing.” Lila beamed, taking her position next to me. Lila was strikingly beautiful, shiny dark purple curls and radiant light emeralds that made her enchanting like a fairy. “You look beautiful Lila.” I smiled; my voice thick with emotions. “I’m really glad that we are friends.” Her gaze softened as we blinked back unshed tears. “Me too.” Music filtered through the stadium, the female announcer going through the motions and introductions of the competition. This contest included Prince Thalion, other participants have had encounters and conversations while I served as his aide.

said Celeste as her hand slipped from mine, embracing the girl. I just stood there. Feeling like someone else. “Summer, this is Lila. She’s a member of The Fells. Lila, this is my friend and roommate, Summer.” Lila’s eyebrows pinched. “Ohhh. She's gorgeous.” She gave me a once-over. “Dress is… brave.” “Thanks,” I said, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. “She means tiny, but in a confident way,” another girl purred, appearing at Lila’s shoulder. She stood next to her, grinning.

"Lila, Lila Smith." She didn't add the it's nice to meet you part she knew he was expecting and instead she took the seat before he asked. Emmanuel shut his eyes and looked heavenward. Lila wasn't going to make this easy, he knew but he prayed Victor wouldn't pick up on her blatant dislike for him. "Victor, she's my friend." He spoke up trying to douse the fire he could see in his friend's eyes. Victor had a smile on his face as he studied the woman Infront of him. His first thought as she'd walked into his office had been stunning.

"Until you can provide…" "Fine! Fuck!" I snap as another thought comes to mind and I do the last thing I want to, but have no other choice than to. I open my texts with Asher and turn the screen to the man who’s now number one on my list of the most annoying people. "I know Asher too. Asher Lilton? Who’s Brynn’s 'only' male friend?" I watch as his eyes scan the screen and when he lifts his head, sarcasm sips into my next words. "Is this enough or would you be needing further proof? Do you need me to call Asher to confirm so I don’t have to call Brynn and have you ruin my surprise?"

“What happened to all our years of friendship?” I was about to answer when the real Ava in my body, beat me to it. “Girlll, where have you been Lila? I missed you so much.” Wait, that was her best friend? I turned around to look at Lila, as expected she had a confused look on her face. “Hello Mr. Cross, congratulations. You seem very excited.” “How was your trip to—” Ava kept talking, so I had to step on her to shut her up. “Owww!”

That was the last thing I wanted actually. Mentally, I scrolled back through the last couple of years. Lila and I spoke on the phone several times a week. I’d heard about her friend Clio countless times. Lila had described her as shy but funny and insanely talented (her words). She’d also told me before she drove down to Malibu that her friend would be coming with her because she’d had a really shitty few months and a nasty breakup. I knew a little something about nasty breakups, and I’d told her at the time that I thought Malibu would be a good idea for her friend. What better way to get over an idiot than by spending a couple of months in the sand and under the sun?

“I’m glad you like them. I even made some for Sara. Do you want to feed her with me?” I arched a brow, puzzled. “Who is Sara?” She held up her doll with the white hair. “You both have the same name and even look the same.” The look in her eyes was so cute, I couldn’t bring myself to say, ‘She looks more like you than I do.’ Before I could say another word, Lila approached me, holding her phone high. Her eyes were wide and accusing. “Are you Saratan Credi? That staff from RainCloud works who beat up Alexis Camron?”