Lila From Miraculous 소설 & 이야기

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

I continue, holding up the device, “contains a conversation I recorded earlier this week. A conversation in which Lila makes some… interesting admissions.” I press play, and her voice fills the room, clear and unmistakable. “You think she’s so perfect, don’t you? Well, she’s not. Siena’s just a weak little girl pretending to be strong. And once everyone sees her lose control, they’ll turn on her. They’ll see that I’m the one who deserves to stand beside Raiden.” The recording continues, Lila’s voice growing harsher, more venomous. “It wasn’t hard to push her over the edge. A few drops of the right compound in my perfume, and her wolf went wild. It was almost too easy.”

Lila was one to never lose a game, so she was sure that this was going to be a piece of cake. "A lot of people are interested in that two day cruise ehn" Lila said as they stepped back stage. "So it seems" "Well, none of them have the same passion and reason as I do, so they can definitely not win it" she announced, encouraging herself. They weaved through the crowd and stopped in the middle of the room. Lila's eyes caught the eyes of the girl they had met that night, the girl she assumed was Levi's girlfriend. Her eyes sparkled with recognition as she waved and walked to them.

And then She breathed. Outside of me. Alive. Maximus Watching Saela rise wasn’t like watching magic. It was like watching a choice manifest. Lila stepped back, exhausted but clear-eyed. And Saela She turned to me. And this time when I looked at her? I didn’t see Lila. I saw the girl who’d saved her by staying silent. And I bowed. Not out of reverence. Out of grief. Because some kinds of love were real without being fair. Lila

She looked up, eyes narrowing, then widening when she saw me. “Hey,” she called, flicking the cigarette away. “You’re the girl from the trial, right? The one Sienna dragged in?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’s me.” She grinned, stepping closer. “I'm Lila. I was there, in the back row. You looked ready to bite Sienna’s head off. Respect.” She stuck out her hand. I shook it, forcing a small smile. “Didn’t have much choice.” Lila laughed. “That’s Sienna. All talk and some bite. You’re still here, though, so you must be tough.” She tilted her head, studying me. “Are you planning to stay?”

“The doctor said you were going to be hallucinating after you managed to regain consciousness again, but this is just funny. I’m Olivia, Lila’s friend. And we are both in Lila’s house. Lila isn’t a serial killer. You don’t have to bother about her killing you.” I groaned. That wasn’t even what I was worried about. I would gladly be killed by Lila if it came to it. but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to her. “The person that abducted Lila…” “Is Lucien awake?” Lila’s voice called out, stopping me from saying more. She didn’t have to hear more about the warnings. She walked into the room, and I watched as her pupils dilated. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she slowly

The patrol didn’t bother to quiet them. “Found her at the old shrine after a magic flare,” one guard announced. “Wandering where she shouldn’t be.” A few gasps. A dozen narrowed eyes. I kept my chin from dropping. Barely. At the edge of the cluster, Lila stood half‑hidden behind a pillar, a tray in her hands. Her gaze found mine, lips parted in an expression of soft shock. “Oh, Aria,” she said, loud enough for those nearest to hear. “What were you doing out there? People are already saying such awful things. You shouldn’t… invite more.”

I sit on the couch, adjusting instinctively, and then she’s in my arms. And just like that— I get it. Margaret Rose looks at me. That’s the thing no one really prepares you for. Not the size, not the weight, not even the quiet warmth of her, it’s the way she looks. Completely. Fully. Like you are the most interesting thing in her world for that exact moment and she has nothing else to do but study you. She looks at me. I look at her. “Hi,” I say softly. “I’m Lila. I’ve known your mother for fourteen years, and I need you to understand something early, you are going to have an extraordinary role model.”

Tired of everyone looking at her like something breakable. That realization followed her into the training yard one cold morning while she watched younger pack wolves spar under Maya’s supervision. Most of them stopped and bowed respectfully when they noticed her. Not because she was weak. Because she was their luna. The thought settled strangely inside her chest. Lila crossed her arms and watched the training session silently for several minutes before Elder Miriam approached her slowly. “You’re thinking too loudly again,” the older woman said. Lila blinked. Then laughed softly despite herself.

"Luna Vance-Blackwood. You will be a great leader. Fierce. Compassionate. Unstoppable." The girl cooed. "She knows you," I said. "She knows everyone." "She's never met you." "She's known me since before she was born. We've been dreaming together." "You?" "Me. Her. Her brother. We've been waiting for this day." --- Lila appeared in the doorway. "Who's that?" Kael knelt beside her. "That's my mother. Seraphine." "Your mom? But she's dead." "She's a ghost."