One Piece Lilia Novels & Stories

I said hoping that Eliz could control the situation. Lilia attacked again, this time Eliz ducked and kicked Lilia hard, Lilia suddenly shouted, Eliz, took advantage of the situation by grabbing Lilia's leg right where Lilia's leg hurt. "What are you doing, help me" shouted Lilia to her men. Lilia was already feeling cornered; she tried to fight back to release Eliz's grip.

Margarette nodded and went on, “When Jilroid was at his worse and the Dark One was so fed up, he killed the gods one by one. The first one he killed was the goddess of love and framed her husband, the god of war, for the murder. This sparked war between the gods and with their anger and wrath, the Dark One grew stronger. Alas, when the other gods were so focused on killing each other, the evil god slew them all. With the gods gone, no one was there to save Lenriad and Earth. The Dark One decided to kill all the creatures of Lenriad except those who are willing to serve and follow him.” Margarette took a rest. The memories were fresh again. She took deep breaths and tried to overcome her feel

Lincoln's POV "Yes...Father." Father..that can't be I think. Feeling the blood drain from my face I glance across to my parents. I can visibly see my mother shaking where she stands, grasping my fathers hand to help hold herself up. Looking back at Lilah I gasp in a shock. Her left hand has a soft white glow surrounding it as she gently places it on her broken right wrist and then her bruised face. Once the glow has faded she looks up at the King and a grin spreads across her now unblemished face. "A new power I see" the King says proudly. "And how long have you been keeping that from me?" Amusement lacing his voice.

Liliac POV: I stared out the window of my plane watching the clouds go by, while on one hand was a letter from my grandfather asking me to return to Greece. I spent most of my life in the US studying after the death of my parents, Grandfather thought it was better for me to stay away from all these until he could finally call me home. My name is Liliac Roman, Granddaughter of Roman Derez, the God father of the City of Greece and the most ruthless Mafia kingpin in the whole of Greece.

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

After what felt like an eternity, Lilian finally appeared, her surprise turning quickly into anger. Without bothering to greet me, she snapped, "What the hell are you doing in front of my office?" Unflinchingly, I pulled out the photo from my pocket and showed it to her. "My fucking Moon goddess! This photo again!?" Lilian exclaimed, clearly shocked. She quickly unlocked her office door, and we both rushed inside, closing the door behind us. Lilian took the photo from my hand and examined it closely. Frown lines creased her forehead as troubled thoughts crossed her mind.

Tears glistened in her eyes, despite the pleading smile on her face, and that now all-too familiar pain cracked a canyon in my heart. Lilliana thinks that there are only two ways out; death or destruction alongside Cassius. “And....” she paused, biting down on her lower lip, “I miss Chaos.” That’s all it took for the asshole to burst out from my body, manifesting into his human form. “Fuck, I missed you too, kitten,” he whimpered, wrapping his arms around her upper body and tilting her back for a dominating kiss. I want to be jealous. Old me would be jealous. But I don’t have the right.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

Chapter 9 Tensed Questionnaire. Lyla Atelo. The rest of the week passed in a blur with me actively avoiding anything that would lead me to Sage. His message still balanced itself in my trash bin. "Mrs. Lyla?" I heard my name being called by a student, and I turned around to find the blonde-haired girl I had seen in the cafeteria sitting beside Sage's friend. I couldn't help the fear that gripped my heart because she was one of the few persons that Sage allowed around him. Did she come to deliver a message?

“Lilli there really is nothing to forgive. I'm just so happy that you’re both here and healthy. To think I could ever be so lucky, to get you both back after believing I lost you forever.” Tears fill her eyes and I see just how much she was worried about how I would react. I walk over to her and hold them both close, all of us finally together. Unfortunately, this perfect moment doesn't last, and chaos ensues. “Just what is going on here?! How is it possible for Lilliana to have a child and be here right now when we have not seen her in two years?! Where did that child come from?” Lance has found his voice and his indignation once again; I feel an immediate change in Lilli at the sound of h