♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil. But when sudden stormy wind starts blowing and dark blue sky turns dark grey, the night never stays calm. It becomes dangerous and more subtle. I love it more because it's just like my life. I was staring at the unremitting elaspe of the dark clouds and the scratches made by the lightning on the thorax of the sky. There's a storm coming in the city. Thinking of a storm, my bedroom door bursts open like the storm hits directly on it. "Robbie!
♪♪ Espresso • by Sabrina Carpenter ✿✿✿ LILAH New York, USA, 2024 I expected the smell of coffee beans and fresh chocolate croissants as every evening, my mouth watering just at the thought of it. But the mixed smell of alcohol, weed and tobacco hit my olfactory nerves through the nostrils, making my head spin and face shirnk. It's been twenty fucking minutes. I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body. The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance. So fucking ludicrous. But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimon
♪♪ Cruel Summer • by Taylor Swift ✿✿✿ LILAH "What the fuck you think you're doing?" The half-dead body wakes up and growls in anger. "What a pleasurable surprise! Mummy's awake." I chirp out and grin. He tries to move but fails. His head snaps to where I tied him up as his eyes glimmer in rage. "Tell me one thing, dude. Do you brush your teeth regularly?" I cringe, thinking about the bad smell. "Of course you didn't tie me up for that." He grits his yellow teeth and blurts out. "Of course I didn't. You're very smart." I smile cheekily making his horrible face redden. "You disgusting slut! Untie me before I kill you." He booms and fusses menacingly. "If I were you, I wouldn't make a move while tied up in front of my predator." I laugh and pull out my dagger from the garter belt on my thigh. "You don't know whom you're messing with." He hisses with an angry glare. "Exactly! I want to know everything about you, your business and your motherfucking boss." I cli
♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters. Who'd beat me and my brother to death instead of protecting us. They almost killed me for money but Robbie sacrificed himself and now they're liable for his evanescence. That night when Robbie left, I thought he'd come back. But the next morning, I came face-to-face with an angry dad who beat me with his belt because Robbie was gone and they won't get the money anymore for the opium and cocaine supply. B
♪♪ Prey • by EMO ✿✿✿ LILAH Silence. Unendurable headache. Coldness consuming my limp body. Where the fuck am I ? Groaning, I force my eyes open but meet with a pool of darkness. The last thing I remember is the bald dickhead hit me hard on the nut and I swooned. When I try to clutch my head, I can't move my hands and then I realize I'm sitting on a chair with hands and legs tied. When my eyes adjust the darkness, I descry faint ray coming in the dark room from the aperture of a ventilator. Lucy is placed in front of me, in the same position as mine, unconscious, head thrown aback and mouth hung open. "Lucy! Get the fuck up!" I call her, wiggling my hands and legs to get them free but all my attempt pass in vain. "C'mon bitch, we're trapped and you're snoring like a pig. Get up before I kick your indolent ass." I shout and keep wiggling in hope if the knots ever lose. Whoever tied us up was so proficient at his job that the ties don't bulge even after the stor
♪♪ Cinnamon Girl • Lana Del Rey ✿✿✿ LILAH Grabbing broken pieces of chair as weapons, we both stand beside the door, in anticipate of our enemies. A few minutes later, when the metallic door finally cracks open, we get alert by their presence until a tall and bulky guard enters the room with a gun in his hold. I give Lucy a nod as we both attack the man from behind and stab him on the back several time. The guard lands on the ground with a loud painful growl as the gun in his hold flies off in a corner. I grasp the convenience and quickly seize the gun from ground. The man arises and prepares a move toward me with an angry choleric rumble but Lucy impedes him by hammering his head with a metallic reed. Ouch. "You're sadistic. Where did you get that?" I laugh inwardly, shriveling my face. "You're so ungrateful. At least thank me wholeheartedly." She snarls, proudly standing before me angling the metallic reed on her shoulder like the Thor with his hammer ready for a fig
♪♪ Enemy • Imagine Dragons × J.I.D ✿✿✿ LILAH I THRASH in the tight hold of the monsters. The monster I call Mom, keeps smacking my face with a vengeance, making me lament in agony. Robert is looking at me with teary eyes but neither he bulges nor does he speak as if he's pinned on his spot by some supernatural potency. But the anger inside him is diaphanous as quartz, fists and jaw clenched hard, eyes bloodshot with tears. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Go and bring money for us!" The monster I call Dad, yells, twisting my arm as I cry out in torment. "No, no! Robbie, don't leave me! They'll kill me!" I scream and try to approach him pushing my parents but my mother grabs a fistful of my hair and throws me on the couch. "But I have to go. I'll come back for you, I promise." Robbie's voice cracks like the way he's breaking from inside. "Go Robert! Or we'll kill her!" Mom shouts, tightening her hold on my neck and making me struggle to breathe. Tears spills from my a
He turns around with his emotionless handsome face and starts leaving the room, leaving me for a heart attack. "Wait! You can't just kill me! Of course, you need information. Like who I am and whom I work for." I quickly blurt out, swallowing the lump in my throat. "No." He stops walking, turns his head a bit so that I get a clear view of his wicked smirk. Ok, I'm not in a state for complementing. His cockiness, arrogance and I-don't-care look just ignites the rage inside me. I'm not gonna let some sexy arrogant prick kill me, not today. When he attempts to leave, I pull out the small dagger hidden inside one of my sneakers and in one swift motion I fly over him furiously to stab him on the back. But the Russian beauty is faster than me. He grabs my wrist without looking at me or moving from his spot and rotates me around within a blink. Now my back is pressed on his hard chest and the dagger in my hand is pressed on my neck where the artery is. I should fear the Russian pyt
Lilah’s POV Fifteen Years Later...Life had a way of sneaking up on you, didn’t it? One moment, you’re sitting in a hospital room, holding your newborn daughter, and the next, you’re standing in the living room, watching her head off to high school with a backpack almost as big as she is. Time was a thief, stealing the days and weeks, leaving behind only memories of laughter, tears, and endless love.Emma was fifteen now, and her personality was a perfect mix of Ivan and me. She had his stubbornness and my kindness, his determination and my sense of wonder. She was beautiful, inside and out, with her father’s blue eyes and my dark curls. And she was all grown up.“You ready, sweetheart?” I asked, smoothing a wrinkle from her uniform.Emma turned to me with a smile, her cheeks flushing a little. “I guess so, Mom. It’s just high school, not the end of the world.”I chuckled, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know, but it’s a big step, isn’t it?”Emma shrugged, her eyes showing a matur
Lilah’s POV Five Years LaterLife had a way of speeding up when you weren’t looking. Five years had come and gone in the blink of an eye, each day a blur of laughter, tears, and endless love. Emma was now a lively, talkative little girl, full of questions about the world and a heart that overflowed with kindness. She had turned five, and her boundless energy and curiosity seemed to grow with each passing day.Ivan and I were sitting in the living room after putting Emma to bed, sipping on our favorite wine. The house was quiet, a rare occurrence in our busy life, and the peacefulness was almost surreal.“I can’t believe how big she’s getting,” I said, looking at the framed pictures on the mantel. They were filled with memories—Emma’s first steps, her first day of kindergarten, and the many other small moments that had made up our life together.“I know,” Ivan said, his voice soft. “It feels like just yesterday she was a little baby.”I smiled, tracing a finger over a picture of Emma
Lilah’s POV Four Years LaterTime had flown by in a blur of sleepless nights, endless laughter, and countless little moments that had quickly filled our lives. Our daughter, Emma, was now a spirited, four-year-old little fireball, her wild, curly hair and mischievous eyes mirroring her father’s playful nature. She was the perfect combination of Ivan and me—independent, stubborn, and fiercely loving.It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when the naughtiness in Emma finally made itself known. Ivan and I were in the living room, sharing a quiet moment after putting Emma down for her nap. The house was blissfully silent for once, a rare occurrence with a young child in the house.“I can’t believe our little girl is four already,” Ivan said, pulling me close for a kiss.I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder. “I know, it’s gone by so fast.”“I can still remember the first time I held her,” he murmured, his voice soft with emotion. “It feels like only yesterday.”I squeezed him tightl
Lilah’s POVIt had been two weeks since our daughter’s birth, and life had settled into a new rhythm. Ivan and I were finally finding our footing as parents, learning the delicate balance of late-night feedings, diaper changes, and quiet moments of bonding with our little girl. The early days were a whirlwind of sleepless nights and endless love, but slowly, we found our groove, leaning on each other for support and sharing the joy of our growing family.The house was filled with the soft coos and gurgles of our baby girl, a constant reminder of the love and happiness she’d brought into our lives. Ivan was an incredible father—so attentive, patient, and gentle with her. Watching him with our daughter melted my heart. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen before—soft, tender, and deeply loving.“I can’t believe she’s already two weeks old,” I said one evening as Ivan rocked our baby in his arms, a smile on his face.He glanced up, his eyes twinkling with pride. “I know. Time flies when yo
Lilah’s POV Three months had flown by in a blur of love and anticipation. The honeymoon felt like a distant memory, replaced by the reality of settling into married life with Ivan and the excitement of preparing for our new addition. We’d talked endlessly about names for our baby, tossing ideas back and forth, and now, finally, the day had arrived. It was a crisp, early morning when I felt the first pangs of labor. Ivan had been at the gym when I woke him, my voice trembling with excitement and fear. “I think it’s time, Ivan.” His eyes widened, his face lighting up with a mixture of awe and panic. “Are you sure?” I nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “Yeah. It’s happening.” Ivan didn’t waste a second. He was on his feet, grabbing the hospital bag we’d packed weeks ago, his face a picture of pure determination. “Let’s get to the hospital, Lilah. We’re having a baby today.” It was chaos from then on. The drive to the hospital was a blur of hurried conversations, Ivan’s hands gripp
Lilah’s POVThe days following our wedding felt like a dream. We were finally married, our bond solidified, and now it was time for our honeymoon. Ivan had surprised me with a secluded beach resort, far away from the world’s noise, a place where we could just be together. It was perfect—the gentle waves lapping against the shore, the soft sand beneath my feet, and the endless blue sky above.We had spent our first night as husband and wife in a beautiful beachfront bungalow, the sound of the waves soothing as we lay together, holding each other close. It was surreal, waking up beside Ivan, knowing he was mine now, forever. He looked at me with those intense, dark eyes, his love for me shining through in every glance, every touch.“I can’t believe we’re here,” I said, lying on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin.Ivan smiled, his eyes softening. “I know. It feels like a dream.”“Like the best dream ever,” I said, reaching out to take his hand.“I’ve dreamed of t
Lilah’s POVThe weeks leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of emotions, each day bringing a new layer of anticipation and nerves. Ivan and I had talked about marriage for a long time, but now that it was actually happening, it felt surreal. My heart fluttered with excitement, but there was also a deep sense of fear. I was about to marry the man who had once terrified me, the man who had been both my captor and my savior. And now, he was my everything.We’d decided to keep the wedding simple—a small ceremony with just a few close friends and family. I didn’t want anything big or extravagant; all I wanted was to be with Ivan, to make a promise to each other that we would be there for each other, no matter what. And now, with our baby on the way, it felt even more important to make those promises.The day of the wedding arrived, bright and sunny with a hint of warmth in the air. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the simple white dress I had chosen. It wasn’t anyt
Lilah’s POVThe days blended together, a steady stream of quiet mornings and shared evenings with Ivan. Our new routine was comfortable, almost domestic, and I found solace in the simple things—cooking dinner together, the sound of his laughter, the feel of his hand brushing mine as we walked through the gardens. It was a life I never thought I’d have, a life I never dared to dream of.I was still adjusting to this new version of Ivan. He was different now, softer, more attentive. The hard, ruthless man I had first met had softened, his rough edges worn down by the years. He was still commanding, still powerful, but there was a vulnerability to him now, a need for me that was oddly comforting. I was learning to see beyond the tough exterior, to the man underneath—the one who had always been there, even when I didn’t know it.Tonight, as we sat in the garden, a light breeze ruffling the leaves around us, Ivan’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t known in
Lilah’s POVThe days after Lucy and Andrey’s departure passed in a quiet blur. The mansion seemed emptier without them, the walls echoing with an emptiness that seemed almost symbolic. Ivan and I settled into our new routine—me in my old room, Ivan always close by. There was a sense of stability now, a promise that made the loneliness and fear of the past seem like faded memories.I spent my mornings helping Ivan with the business, trying to find my place in this world I had once been so afraid of. The dynamics had shifted, though. Robert had found his stride, and it seemed Ivan’s unyielding support had finally clicked for him. The atmosphere in the office was more relaxed, the tension that had once hung heavy between them lightened.Ivan was different too. Softer, somehow. The hard edges that had always defined him had been polished away by time and the challenges we’d faced together. He was more patient now, less prone to the ruthless displays of temper that had once been his tradem