Raz X Lili Novels & Stories

Lucian smiled as he pulled the backpacks and ice cream out of the car while Asher grabbed the bags of movies and stuff animals. “Come on in,” Lucian smiled, “Home sweet home.” “Hey guys, finished just in time,” Raze said as he came out of the kitchen. “Who’s the little girl that loves chicken nuggies and French fries?” “Oh me!” Lilly beamed as she turned away from Jasmine’s chest to look at the six-foot four man with long black hair, olive skin, and bright blue shining eyes. “Dat me!” Jasmine looked up from looking at her daughter and pushed her daughter’s long black hair out of her face, her bracelet sliding down her wrist slightly. Raze gasped, “Trouble?”

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

"Lilith, be nice." She ignored him, her grip tightening on Rylan's arm. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion. "Just enjoying the jazz," Ravenna replied, her voice light. "Didn't know you two were fans." Lilith scoffed. "Of course I love jazz," she lied, her eyes darting between Ravenna and Rylan. Rylan looked from one woman to the other, confusion clouding his expression. The tension crackled in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Lilith's arm tightened around Rylan's possessively.

--- **Two years later — The Club** Lila was drunk. Really drunk. It had been three weeks since Ryan had dumped her over a text. Three weeks of crying, anger, and trying to forget. Tonight, her best friend had dragged her to **Eclipse**, the city’s hottest nightclub, to “finally move on.” Lila wore a tight black dress that barely reached mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that showed off her full breasts. Her long chestnut hair was messy from dancing, her makeup slightly smudged, and her hazel eyes glassy from too many shots.

Chapter 4: Forbidden Variety Lila’s secret life was expanding faster than she could manage. Marcus was incredible, but the thrill of the new had her craving more. She signed up for a Wednesday night salsa class at a trendy studio downtown—framed to Ryan as “stress relief and exercise.” He barely looked up from his laptop when she told him. The studio was alive with rhythm and heat. Bodies moved in sync under low lights. Their instructor, **Javier**, was pure charisma—tall, lean-muscled, with warm olive skin, dark curls, and a smile that could melt steel. His hands guided partners with confident precision.