Tillie's Punctured Romance Novels & Stories

“Louella hid Theo on me. I’ve communicated with him. He’s surrounded by vampires but he doesn’t know where he is or what century he’s in. Please, can you find him?” “Theo,” Tillie mused. “Is that the T.J. from your journal? The man who slept with you and then deserted you?” “It was all a misunderstanding. He’s a traveler and was called away for work. We’re married now. Please. I’m so afraid of what the vampires plan on doing with him.” “Those vampires are an evil lot. They dissolved my body with acid in the bathtub. It burned like I was in hell,” Tillie said.

"But maybe we have to do this. There's always light at the end of the tunnel, right? We are in the tunnel, and we're walking towards the end, to the light. If we want to make it out, we can't walk next to each other, hand in hand. We'll just get hurt. One should walk in front, and the other behind. That's the only way we'll walk out of this dark tunnel. And once we're out, nothing will limit our love." "And in plain English?" "Stay with Alice, I'll stay with Nathan in the meantime. Alice is a crazy head. We'll wait for her to lose interest, like she always does. Once she's done, she'll break up with you and what you do after that, won't hurt her the way it would if you break up with her now.

“Is that true? Does she love Zane?” “Zane doesn’t like her back?” “That’s not—” Rue started. Lilly reached into her phone, pulled up the video — Rue outside the hockey house, voice cracking, asking Zane why he couldn’t just love her back — and held it up so the front rows could see it clearly. “That’s her,” Lilly said simply. “So before anyone decides what kind of person I am based on what she says — consider her motivation.” The room absorbed this. Rue looked around at the faces that had, moments ago, been nodding along with her, and found them recalibrating.

I placed her favorite toppings on the pizza and once I was done I placed it in the oven. "Mommy when am I going to finally meet daddy? Tylee asked her gaze fixed on the picture she was coloring. I froze in my tracks and my head went blank for the first time. She always finds me staring at pictures of Sébastien on my phone and now she's convinced that he's the father she never had. I walked towards and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Baby I promise you'll meet him soon". She smiled and hugged me tightly. I couldn't lie to her and shatter her little fragile heart. She was just a kid.

When I took Tilly to try on wedding dresses, he would linger nearby and comment, "You look stunning in a wedding gown, Tilly. Guess you're really about to step out of the poor world—figures. For girls, marriage really is the only way to change their fate." At that, Tilly would silently change out of the dress, pack up her things, and leave with a cool, detached, "A simple wedding will be fine." The sharp look in his eyes following every remark had been a clear signal—he hated me to the bone, yet I had been too stupid to see it. "About that child…" Tilly explained guiltily. "That night was Mr. Thompson's death anniversary. Harvey and I had one too many and lost control. After that… I didn't w

we were until our junior year in high school every thing change and she started behaving like she was attack by a zombie. Zombie land double tap cool movie. Chole wasn't cool she was opposite of that hot....eww not that type of hot...hot as in volcano eruption hot. It like she hated seeing me happy for some unhuman reason and that why now I try my best to always appear sad in her presence so she wouldn't know what going on about me and try her best to destroy me. I snapped out of another murderous thought about chole. Maybe I should write a book about1000ways to kill chole.

Lilly Thursday goes by with only a few minor mistakes such as dropping papers, stumbling into Mr. Storm’s business associate and such. What can I say? I am a clumsy person. None of them seems to be severe enough to earn me another punishment and I’m happy about that because my butt seriously hurt from yesterday's spanking. For lunch I once again go to the deli and flirt with Nate. I remember to exchange phone numbers with him, if any of us should get hold up by something for Friday's date.

CHAPTER 11 ________________ Romero's POV… * * Driving happily to my mate's place – Tilly, the large smile refused to depart from my lips. We've been mate for some months now, and well, I truly love her. Approaching her house, I knocked gently on the door. Tilly opened the door and glanced around, but when her eyes land on me, her eyes furrow confused. I can't blame her for being confused, though, I didn't inform her of my incoming—wanted it to be a surprise.

LESSIE Professor Dante had stopped bugging me and honestly I haven't been happier. And Kieran on the other hand was still recovering and was keeping his distance. And then, at the very last possible moment, dear fluttery Mrs. Tilly, who was asked to always check on me, collapsed into one of her melodramas, claiming a ferocious attack of hay fever. She swore she hadn’t suffered it in a decade, and yet suddenly travel was “utterly impossible,” as she gasped between sneezes and tearful sniffles.

Not rushing in and out between visits. Not disappearing for hours. Home. By Thursday morning she'd decided this was the greatest thing that had ever happened. "Dada!" Roman looked up from his coffee. Lillie immediately held out a book. "Again?" The toddler nodded enthusiastically. Roman sighed dramatically. "The bunny has already been on this adventure six times." Lillie shoved the book into his chest. Clearly the bunny was going again. Across the room Daisy laughed. The sound felt lighter than it had in weeks. She was curled up on the couch beneath a blanket.