Novels by Lily Monroe

Early the next morning, Daisy came downstairs to find Adrian holding a glass of milk, his eyes fixed on his phone.Adrian often scrolled through his phone, but it was rare to see him so absorbed. Curious, Daisy walked over and glanced at the screen.“What are you looking at so intently?”Seeing that Daisy looked energetic and well, Adrian finally relaxed.“Just some news. Let’s head to the office.”Daisy nodded in response, clearly with no intention of pressing further.When Adrian and Daisy arrived at the company, Freya approached them with a grave expression.“Miss Daisy, Mr. Doyle—these are the latest updates the company has gathered.”The seriousness in Freya’s eyes alerted Daisy to the gravity of the situation. She quickly took the documents and reviewed them one by one.Across major media platforms, coverage of the Snow Beauty Secret line had shifted dramatically—from unanimous praise at launch to an avalanche of negative reports, as if the narrative had changed overnight.“Miss

Camden Tate’s heart sank. What Adrian had mentioned was far beyond anything he could control; at most, he could only pass along the message.That said, when facing Adrian, Camden Tate naturally wouldn’t refuse him outright.“Mr. Doyle, I’ll deliver the message as soon as possible, but I can’t guarantee the timing.”“And how long do you think it will take?” Adrian asked.Camden Tate hesitated, his expression troubled.“Well… I can’t say for certain. But by my estimation, it should only be a matter of a few days.”Adrian nodded. He was reasonably satisfied with that answer.“Alright. You can go back now.”With that, Adrian scooped Daisy up in his arms and headed for the entrance of the Black Forest Bar.The people Serena Hill had sent confirmed that Daisy was safe, then drove off.Adrian placed Daisy gently in the back seat of the car she had driven and took the driver’s seat himself.Daisy was dead drunk—there was no way she could drive—so Adrian resigned himself to playing chauffeur.

To everyone else, all they saw was Camden Tate storming into the bar, striding straight toward Adrian.At once, the whispers grew louder.“It’s over. The Mafia is here. That’s Camden Tate—one of the Five Tigers! That kid is done for.”“Of all people to offend, he just had to pick the Mafia. All this over a woman—hardly worth losing your life.”“The Mafia never makes empty threats. If they say they’ll kill someone, they mean it.”“A tragedy… a real tragedy…”Yet in the place no one could see, Camden Tate’s legs were trembling.What had he seen? Who was standing there?He feared his nerves were playing tricks on him, that anxiety had made him imagine Adrian.Camden Tate squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again.The scene before him hadn’t changed in the slightest.It really was Adrian.When the Mafia had joined forces with the other three major powers to invite Crane Sage out of seclusion, Camden Tate had been there from start to finish.He had witnessed Adrian kill Crane Sage on

Daisy couldn’t quite put her feelings into words. When the bartender saw her finish that glass of Long Island Iced Tea, he merely sighed and turned away, refusing to look at her again.Daisy didn’t think there was anything strange about his reaction, but her cheeks grew increasingly flushed until she felt heat spreading through her body.She touched her burning face, hoping the cool of her hand might lower her temperature.But Daisy had underestimated it.Not only did it fail to cool her down, it only made her feel hotter.She frowned deeply, an inexplicable irritation rising in her chest.She felt an overwhelming urge to resent Adrian—and yet, at the same time, she missed him desperately.Daisy glanced around. Under the dim lights, everything drifted in and out of focus.What she didn’t realize was that what felt like ordinary, unfocused gazes to her looked irresistibly seductive to everyone else.“Mr. Irving, look—she really is a knockout.”Devin Irving was more than satisfied. He p

Adrian’s tension was visible to the naked eye as he kept calling Daisy over and over.“Something must have happened. Daisy never ignores my calls…”He suddenly regretted turning off his phone. If something had really happened to Daisy…He didn’t dare continue the thought. His mind spiraled into panic, his hands at a loss.“She’ll be fine. Calm down.”Serena Hill was nervous as well, but seeing Adrian like this, she forced herself to steady him. “I’ll have people look into it immediately. Don’t panic yet.”Adrian nodded absentmindedly, not even sure whether her words had truly registered.“I shouldn’t have turned my phone off.”After a few seconds of silence, he picked up his phone again and dialed.Never before had he felt so completely out of control.Utterly helpless.All he could do was keep dialing, again and again.“Pick up… please pick up…”But heaven seemed deaf to his prayers. The voice on the other end remained cold and mechanical, unchanged.“Aunt Serena, Daisy must be in tr

The black business sedan slowed to a stop beside Adrian. When the window rolled down, he finally saw who it was—Daisy’s aunt, Serena Hill.Serena Hill looked at him with a gentle, knowing smile.“Did you have a disagreement with Daisy?”Adrian denied it at once. “No. How could we? There’s no conflict between us at all.”Whether it was the haste of his denial or the way his eyes flickered, it drew a soft sigh and a shake of the head from Serena Hill.Young people—especially someone like Adrian—had long learned to share only good news with their elders, never their worries.Serena Hill couldn’t tell whether she felt relieved or saddened. She simply opened the car door.“Get in.”Adrian didn’t ask where they were going. He got into the car, sat down, and lowered his head, his mood visibly heavy.“Did Daisy make you unhappy?”Adrian was about to say no again, but when he looked up, he met Serena Hill’s gaze—full of concern, her eyes glowing with a gentle warmth.The words stuck in his thr

A tidal blaze unfurled between heaven and earth, and within the flames—“Holy Emperor…”The warriors of the Solar Kingdom froze.This moment—This was the end.Their power swelled, vast and violent.From all directions the distant onlookers—those who had kept their distance—felt their hearts lurch.The Holy Emperor had fallen.The great factions witnessing it didn’t even dare show their faces.“Kill!”“Kill that brat!”The Solar Kingdom’s elites were enraged.At once they broke into furious curses.In an instant, the crowd drowned in wrath.The strong of the Solar Kingdom were terrified.No one hesitated.All of them lunged to kill Dragon-Slayer and Anthony.“You really want to die together?”The next moment—Anthony struck once.A swath of top-tier experts exploded, their bodies smashed to pieces.Squelch!Some heads spun off into the air.Dead.The Holy Emperor had been killed.But they… were powerless.They could not keep fighting. If they did, the entire Solar Kingdom might be gro

Dragon-Slayer grunted, swallowed the pain in his seams, and rose into it, the sword-edge cutting a white arc.Beside them, Thirteen Smith muttered a curse. “Stupid kid.” The Holy Emperor only sneered, eyes full of scorn.Dragon-Slayer didn’t answer, his grip biting down. “Hnh. I’ll carve you up.”He fought with everything, every stroke meant to kill. Anthony watched, his gaze shifting—he seemed to read the intent, and held his tongue.Boom—the air rolled like a tide swallowing the field. The Holy Emperor’s rampage had passed understanding; each strike was huge and ruthless.A heartbeat later, the gale rose again. His offense poured like a rain-screen, fists and palms crossing, killing intent spearing the clouds. He was a hammer overfilled with thunderfire—blow after blow grinding down.Dragon-Slayer braced in a flash—swordlight fierce—meeting edge with edge.Boom! He staggered back several steps, heart pounding, a flicker of disbelief breaking through his eyes. Why? What in hell did h

Dragon-Slayer dropped lightly to the ground; a tap of the heel, dust settled. He raised his eyes to the figure standing high above, gaze cold, voice low but heavy enough to hold the field.Though his chest still heaved, he ground out each word: “I’m not afraid of you.”“Today, I’ll defeat you—and kill you.”“The Solar Kingdom will never be a match for Ardenia.”“Your warriors are garbage.”The Holy Emperor laughed softly, a rasp like a blade dragging over stone. “You’re sure? Sure you’re not afraid? Then today, I’ll cut you to pieces.”Dragon-Slayer stepped in instead of back, a short drive of the foot, his body tipping forward, killing intent sliding free like a naked edge. He lifted his head and met the sword-hard gaze above, unflinching.The cold in his eyes cut sharper than steel. “To me, you’re—nothing.”“Today, you die.”“I will kill you.”“You think that boy can really keep you safe?” His words fell like a war banner rammed into open ground, snapping in the gale. Wind licked hi

“Y-you—why are you this strong…”Anthony’s mouth pulled into a cold curve. “It’s not that I’m strong. It’s that you’re useless.”Before the last syllable faded, he surged upward, a raptor cutting through knives of wind and sleet, and stooped.Boom!Explosions flowered across the sky, force scattering like invisible hammers pounding the void. Killing intent poured down like a tangible blaze.He raised another fist. Before it even landed, the gale at its edge flayed the dust to air.Bang!The Holy Emperor’s chest was punched straight through. Blood burst like a flower. His armor shattered; a hideous hole tore open across his front. He was blasted backward, blood running in a steady ribbon from his lips, his eyes wide with a terror that couldn’t focus—grasping at reality’s edge and finding nothing.The rim of the armor writhed, trying to stitch itself—futile against the gaping wound.He lifted his gaze in disbelief, and for the first time, true fear flooded his eyes—the primal dread of t

He pulled a breath, dragging his sight back from the dark. He looked up into the Ardenian youth’s face—indifferent, eyes like a winter lake, unruffled.“Your strength isn’t bad,” Anthony said, mild, with a flat contempt folded into it. “Unfortunately for you, you’re facing me. Which makes everything you do useless.”He tipped his chin, the cold at his eye’s corner cutting sharper. “So this is the Solar Kingdom’s best? No more than this.”Contempt, complete and entire.“In all martial ways, speed breaks all.” He sheathed in one clean motion, his pace itself a declaration. The Holy Emperor was fast—unquestionably. But he was facing Anthony. That alone sealed his tragedy.In a handful of exchanges, Anthony had hammered the Holy Emperor’s confidence to splinters. He had never imagined the man before him could be this absurdly strong. Terror—there was no other word in the minds of those watching.To Anthony, it was nothing. His gaze stayed cold; his killing will drew tighter.The Holy Empe

The heaving air over the four quarters suddenly sank. A darkened silhouette dragged itself out of the heights of the sky, like a deeper thread of night within the night, easing toward them. It had no sound, no scent; even the grain of its aura felt sanded smooth—more secret than a ghost, like a frost-sheathed dagger settling wordlessly to the throat.A heartbeat later, a figure fell from the heights. He touched down without a sound, yet his presence tore the silence around him. It was a tyranny that needed no words; with just an inch of ground underfoot, hearts clenched.“Holy Emperor!!”“The Holy Emperor is here!”“Lord Holy Emperor, a god forever…”“Lord Holy Emperor, mighty and unyielding!”“We can kill these Ardenians now…”“We must kill them…”The boiling shouts surged like oil set alight, raising the temperature of every throat at once. The Holy Emperor revealed himself—a man in his middle years, features unassuming, but a severity honed to lethal stillness. When his gaze droppe