Novels by Lisa

Ronan left the room quietly, closing the door behind him. He hadn’t heard her whisper — not fully.“Tell me what I have to do…”The words left her lips like a breath, but he was already gone.The room felt quiet, still, but not lonely. Just as she curled beneath the blankets, the door creaked again. A soft knock came first, followed by the scent of something warm and earthy.A maid entered, dressed in simple robes of deep gray and forest green. She carried a small carved tray made of black wood, balanced with a single clay cup and a thin, steaming pot.“My lady,” the maid bowed. “I’ve brought your Mi’en Brew. It helps with easing tension in the body. Good for sleep.”Selene blinked, slowly sitting up. Before she could ask where the drink came from, the maid turned quickly on her heel and walked out, her soft slippers making no sound on the stone floor.Selene stared after her. “Wait—” she called, but the maid was already gone.She turned to the tray, curiosity pricking at her. The ste

Lana still held Selene's hands, her touch warm and grounding."There's a way to make you stronger, my lady," she said gently. "But it's not something you can learn through scrolls or battle training. This strength… it comes from within you."Selene furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"Lana hesitated. "It begins with a sacred bond. A very specific kind of connection.""A bond?" Selene echoed softly.Lana nodded slowly. "With one of the clan Alphas. Your body was not made like ours, but it was chosen — sacred, rare. You are the Chosen Womb. But your body is… sleeping. To awaken it, you must share yourself.""Share myself…?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. She already sensed what Lana was trying to say.Lana lowered her eyes, then looked directly into hers. "Through intimacy. Through sex."Selene froze. Her heart skipped a beat.She tried to laugh, but nothing came out.Lana's voice was careful, not cold. "I'm sorry. I know this is much to ask. It doesn't have to be tonight. No one wi

The door creaked open again.Selene looked up, startled, just as Ronan stepped back into the room. This time, he was holding a folded towel and a soft-looking bundle in his arms.He approached her slowly and knelt beside the bed."You should get cleaned up," he said gently.Selene blinked. Her eyes landed on the towel and the fresh clothes in his hands.Her lips parted in shock. "That’s... a towel? Like the ones back home?"Ronan nodded. “It may not be as advanced as your world, but some things are shared between realms.”She stared at him in disbelief. Modern comforts? Here?He stood and extended a hand to her. “Come. I’ll show you the bathhouse.”She hesitated, but something in his calm, patient eyes made her fingers reach out. She placed her hand in his.He helped her up and led her down a warm hallway lined with fur tapestries and glowing stones. When they arrived at the bathhouse, her breath caught.The bathroom wasn’t primitive at all.Smooth stone walls shimmered with natural v

Ronan gently removed the black shirt he was wearing and stepped closer to her. Without saying a word, he placed the warm fabric over Liuyue’s trembling shoulders. His silver eyes softened. Then, with careful strength, he lifted her into his arms. Selene gasped slightly, her arms moving instinctively to wrap around his neck. She was still scared, confused, and unsure of everything, but his body was warm—comforting, even. She pressed her face slightly into his chest, her heart beating fast. Lucien stayed on the ground, his golden eyes cold and unmoving as he watched Lang Feng walk away with her. His hand clenched into a fist, but he didn’t move to stop them. Selene didn’t know where they were going. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, the soft chime returned in her ears. [System Notification: You are being transported to "The Wild Howl Woods" — territory of the Wolf Clan.] Her brows furrowed. “So… that’s where he’s taking me?” she whispered. She lo

The forest was quiet.No birds. No animals. Only the rustling of leaves high above and the sound of wind brushing through tall trees. Sunlight streamed through the branches, soft and golden, lighting up the ground in patches.Selene Rivers opened her eyes.Her head ached slightly. The air smelled fresh — too fresh. Like flowers, rain, and something unfamiliar. She blinked up at the sky, confused.Where was she?She slowly pushed herself up, realizing she was lying on soft moss. Her hands sunk slightly into the earth. Everything around her was green, alive, and way too big. The trees stretched high above her, thicker and taller than anything she had ever seen in real life.She sat up completely, heart pounding.“I was at home,” she whispered. “I was in my apartment…”She remembered it clearly — the sound of the news playing in the background, a glass of wine in her hand, her phone lighting up with a notification. She had been tired. She must’ve fallen asleep on the couch.So how did sh

Leo’s footsteps were soft as he crept down the hall, the house quiet except for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere nearby. He paused outside Ava’s door, the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains spilling into the darkened hallway.Inside, Ava lay tangled in the sheets, her breathing slow and even—until a shadow shifted beside her bed. She stirred, blinking sleep from her eyes as a warm presence enveloped her.Without a word, Leo gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, his touch careful and tender. His hands rested lightly on her waist, pulling her close, grounding her with warmth and quiet reassurance.Ava’s eyes fluttered open, meeting the soft intensity in his gaze. There was no teasing now, no mischievous smile—only something softer, almost vulnerable.He leaned his head down, resting it gently against hers. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, voice low and steady. “About how brave you are, how real you are.”She felt his breath brush the

Ava tried her best to keep her head down for the rest of the day. She spent most of the morning locked away in her room, pretending to scroll through her phone, though her mind was far from relaxed. Every time she heard footsteps in the hall, her heart jumped, and she forced herself not to look up, not to hope it was Leo coming near.By the time noon arrived, hunger pushed her out of her room. She quietly slipped downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to make herself some lunch without running into him. But, as usual, there he was.Leo was already sitting at the kitchen table, a book open in front of him. He wore glasses she hadn’t even noticed before. They gave him a new look—serious and focused. She blinked, surprised.He looked up from his book and gave her a slow, amused smile. “Look who’s alive.”Ava swallowed hard. “I—I was just upstairs.”Leo tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Doing what? Writing more stories, maybe?”Her heart skipped a beat at his teasing tone, bu

Leo stood at the bottom of the stairs, still holding on to the faint trace of her scent that lingered in the air.He chuckled softly to himself.The notebook might have been back in her hands, but the words were already burned into his memory.She could deny it all she wanted, but he wasn’t stupid.He had noticed the way she avoided his eyes.The way her voice trembled when she spoke to him.The way her cheeks turned pink when he read those lines aloud.Those weren’t just silly little stories.They were fantasies.And they were about him.Leo turned around and walked back to his room, the corners of his mouth curled into a smug smile. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, locking out the rest of the world.The smirk never left his face.He threw himself onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head in thought.So... his sweet, quiet little stepsister had dirty thoughts.And they weren’t vague or innocent.They were vivid.They were deta

Ava sat on her bed with her knees pulled tightly to her chest.The house was completely quiet now. Dinner was over, the dishes were clean, and everyone had gone into their rooms.She had not spoken to Leo since. She did not want to.Her eyes moved slowly to her nightstand. She reached out, opened the drawer, and frowned when she saw it was empty.Her notebook was not there.She checked again, this time pulling the drawer all the way out. Still nothing.Her heart skipped a beat.That notebook had all of her stories. The ones she never showed anyone. Not even her mom.She got off the bed and searched under the pillows, between the sheets, and even behind the curtain—just in case she had left it on the window ledge earlier.But it was nowhere to be found.She grabbed her phone and opened her mom’s chat. There were a few new messages. Mom: Just checking in. Did you eat?Mom: Be nice to Mr. Grant and Leo, okay? I’ll be back on Sunday night. I love you.Ava sighed deeply.Right. Her mom ha

The sun was already up by the time Ava opened her eyes again.Her body felt heavy. Her mind, even heavier. She had barely slept after Leo left her room last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing his face. Hearing his voice. That cold smirk. That sharp tone.She sat up and looked around.The room was quiet now. Normal. But her chest still felt unsettled.With a deep breath, she got out of bed, pulled on a hoodie over her thin tank top, and walked down the long hallway toward the kitchen.She wasn’t even sure what she was supposed to do. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to take over the maid’s job?She stepped into the kitchen and froze.Leo was already there.He was sitting at the counter, dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, a mug in his hand. His eyes lifted the moment she entered.Ava paused, her fingers curling around the edge of the doorframe.He didn’t look surprised to see her. In fact, he looked like he had been waiting.“Well,” he said. “Loo

Ava sat on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed, her heart still racing from the fight downstairs.Why does he hate me so much?She hadn’t done anything to him. She didn’t even want to be here. It was her mom who got married, not her. She was just… part of the package.She sighed and leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Her room was too quiet, too big, too clean. Nothing felt like hers.Then the door creaked open.She turned fast.“Oh,” she said, standing up quickly. “Mr. Grant.”He smiled gently and stepped inside. “I just wanted to check on you.”“I’m fine,” Ava said, even though she wasn’t.He looked around her room like he wasn’t sure what to say next. “I know Leo can be difficult.”Ava gave a short laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”“He’s not always like this,” Grant said. “He’s… upset. He thinks I moved on too fast. He doesn’t understand that people can find happiness again, even after pain.”Ava nodded slowly.“He’ll come around,” Grant said. “Just give him time. And if he eve

Aurora had just finished her breakfast when Damian, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly looked up at her. He was holding his cup of tea in both hands, but his eyes weren’t on the cup. They were on her.“You know,” he said, leaning back in his chair slightly, “I was thinking... maybe we should go shopping today.”Aurora blinked, the words catching her completely off guard. “Shopping?” she repeated, trying to process what he had said. “Are you serious?”A small smirk tugged at Damian’s lips as he leaned forward, setting his cup down. His expression was dead serious, though. “Of course, I’m serious. You need some new things. Clothes, maybe... something else.”Aurora stared at him in disbelief, her mind racing. Shopping? Damian didn’t shop, and he never cared about what she wore at least, that’s how it had always been.“Is this a joke?” she asked, half-laughing now. “I mean, you never even asked about my clothes before. Why now?”He didn’t laugh or soften his gaze. He was still looki

Aurora had barely started to relax when a soft knock came at the door. She tensed slightly, but Damian’s arm didn’t move from where it rested over her waist.“Breakfast is ready,” came Luna’s familiar voice from the other side.Damian stirred beside her, his hand leaving her waist as he sat up slowly. “Time to get up,” he said, his voice steady but still carrying that strange warmth she couldn’t understand.Aurora looked at him, her brow furrowed. “What’s with you?”He glanced at her, amused. “What do you mean?”“You’re acting… different,” she said carefully, sitting up as well. “First, you’re watching me sleep, now you’re smiling at me like we’re... something else.”Damian chuckled softly, shaking his head as he moved to stand. But before he could get up from the bed, Aurora reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.“Wait,” she said, her voice firm but uncertain. “Why are you being so nice to me?”He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with a qui

Aurora stirred awake, the soft morning light streaming through the curtains making her squint. She felt warm, almost too warm, and when she shifted, she realized why. Damian was lying next to her, his dark eyes watching her closely.Her breath hitched. “You’re awake?” she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.He didn’t say anything right away. He just kept staring, his lips curling into a soft smile that she’d never seen before. It wasn’t mocking or cold. It was... real.“How was your night?” he finally asked, his tone gentle, almost playful.Aurora blinked, not sure how to respond. “Uh, it was fine. Why?”Damian chuckled, and the sound made her chest tighten. He was never like this. Not with her, not with anyone. This softness, this ease it wasn’t the Damian she knew.“You looked peaceful,” he said simply, propping himself up on his elbow. His gaze didn’t leave her face, making her feel both exposed and confused.“Is something wrong?” she asked cautiously, sitting up a little. T

Damian sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together tightly. The storm outside had calmed, but the tension in the room hadn’t. Aurora sat cross-legged on the bed behind him, the silence between them heavy.“Why was your dad here?” she asked softly, her voice breaking the quiet.Damian’s shoulders stiffened. He didn’t turn around. “It’s none of your business,” he said flatly.Aurora frowned, leaning forward slightly. “It feels like my business when he’s threatening my life,” she said. Her tone wasn’t angry, just curious, as if she wanted to understand the man sitting before her.Damian finally turned his head, his cold eyes meeting hers. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to,” he said.Aurora tilted her head, not backing down. “I do want answers, Damian. You’re cold to him, but he’s your father. What happened between you two?”Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. He stood up, pacing the room, his boots heavy against the flo

As Damian stepped into his room, his thoughts were a mess, his head too loud to think straight. But when he saw Aurora sitting on his bed, looking up at him with her big, questioning eyes, everything in him froze. She looked nervous, but her voice was calm when she asked, “Are you okay?”He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Words weren’t enough, not tonight. He just stepped closer, his boots heavy on the floor, his eyes locked on hers. She didn’t move. She stayed there, watching, waiting for him to make the next move.Damian reached out and pulled her to her feet. His grip was firm, not rough, but it told her what he needed. She knew him too well to ask questions. She understood. They both did.Without a word, his hands moved to her clothes. He stripped her, his fingers quick and steady. She let him, her breath catching as the layers fell away. This wasn’t new for them, but every time felt electric, dangerous.Damian's touch grew rougher as her skin was revealed, his hands roaming like he o

Damian was in his study, his fingers drumming on the desk as he went through some paperwork. The quiet of the room was disturbed when the heavy oak door swung open without a knock. Damian looked up, irritation flickering in his eyes as his father entered the room uninvited.“What is it?” Damian asked, leaning back in his chair.His father didn’t sit; instead, he stood tall and imposing in front of the desk, his hands clasped behind his back. His expression was serious, his tone sharp.“We need to talk,” his father said firmly.Damian raised an eyebrow. “About what?”His father took a step closer. “I’ve made arrangements for you to get married.”Damian’s calm demeanor cracked. He sat up straighter, his expression hardening. “What?”“You heard me,” his father said, his voice unwavering. “It’s time you settled down. I’ve spoken with an old friend of mine. His daughter will be coming here soon. You will meet her, and you will treat her with respect.”Damian’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t bel

Freya kept her eyes low, trying not to look at the throne again. She didn’t want to see the courtesan. She didn’t want to see him.But Fenrir wasn’t done.He stepped closer, lowering his head to whisper in her ear. His breath was warm, and his voice cold.“Aren’t you ashamed, Freya?” he said softly. “You didn’t even try to cover your shame by skipping this event.”Freya’s body stiffened.Fenrir leaned in more. “How do you think his people feel… seeing a cursed girl standing next to their Emperor? No one even needs to say it—you should stay away from him.”He was about to continue, but before the words could leave his mouth—SLAP.Freya’s hand struck Fenrir’s cheek so hard, the sound echoed through the hall. His head snapped to the side. He stumbled back a step, blinking in surprise.Gasps filled the air. A few goblets even slipped from hands.Freya glared at him, her voice clear and sharp.“First of all,” she said, “this is not my father’s land anymore.”Her eyes burned with anger. “S

The moonlight shone through the colorful glass windows of the feast hall. The lights made shapes on the smooth floors and walls covered in silk. Sweet scents of roses, wine, and something musky filled the air. Soft music played as dancers moved across the floor. Their clothes were thin, their movements slow and tempting.Freya stepped into the room and stopped.The dress hugged her body tightly. It was deep blue with tiny stones sewn into it that sparkled with each step. Her arms were bare, and the front of the dress was cut low. Her hair was pinned up with silver pieces that looked like stars. She had never worn anything like it. She felt exposed.Lylah walked beside her, eyes wide. “I told you this would be insane,” she whispered, nudging her arm.“I feel like I shouldn’t be here,” Freya said softly. Her eyes moved around, watching courtesans lying on soft couches, feeding fruit to laughing nobles.A trumpet sound echoed through the hall.Everyone went quiet.The Emperor entered.Vl

Freya woke up to the soft sounds of palace life outside her room. The maids were bustling about as usual, and she could feel the heavy air of anticipation hanging in the corridors. She overheard that Vladimiros was out, and though she didn’t know where he had gone, his absence seemed to have shifted the atmosphere in the palace.A maid entered her room with a soft knock on the door. She was holding a beautiful gown, its fabric shimmering faintly under the light."His Majesty wants you to wear this tonight," the maid said, placing the gown on the bed with careful hands.Freya looked at the gown, her curiosity piqued. Before she could say anything, she reached out and grabbed the maid’s hand as she noticed her face."Ma'am," Freya called out, looking at her with a puzzled expression.The maid froze, her body stiffening in surprise. Freya noticed her sudden panic.Immediately, Freya pulled her hand back. "I—I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to..." she stammered, eyes wide in apology. "I shouldn't

Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, hidden in the thick shadows of the trees, the assassins who were sent to kill Freya knelt before Fenrir.The night air was cold and heavy. Raindrops from earlier still clung to the leaves, and the earth beneath them was muddy.One of the assassins, his arm bleeding and torn, lifted his head nervously."My lord," he said, voice shaking."We failed. Most of our men were killed."Fenrir's face twisted with rage. His sharp eyes glinted dangerously under the moonlight."You’re telling me," Fenrir said slowly, voice low and tight, "that one man destroyed almost all of you?"The assassin nodded, trembling."It wasn’t just any man," he stammered."It was the emperor, Vladimirios. We all knew he was a hybrid... but when he shifted—"He swallowed hard."It wasn't something we could fight. His beast form... it was beyond anything we've ever seen."Fenrir’s hands clenched into fists, his jaw locked."And what about Freya?" he barked."Did you at least capture

Just as the heavy silence swallowed the room, a voice spoke up from behind Vladimirios’s chair."My lord, we all know you didn’t mean the words you said to my lady," the voice said softly.It was Tharros, his young dragon, flying out from behind the chair where he had been hiding. His small wings fluttered gently as he landed on the wooden armrest.Vladimirios turned his head slightly, his eyes dark and tired."Mind your business, Tharros," he muttered, not wanting to hear it.But Tharros only blinked at him with his big, clear eyes."My lord," he said carefully, "you hurt her feelings."Vladimirios said nothing, staring blankly at the floor."I thought you brought her here because you wanted to protect her," Tharros added, his voice quiet but firm.Vladimirios finally looked at him, his face hard."And protecting her is exactly what I’m doing," he said sharply.Tharros flapped his wings once, standing tall."My lord, she’s coming of age in two weeks," Tharros reminded him, "and you’r

The moment they reached the large, dark door, the maid gave a quick bow and excused herself, leaving Freya standing alone.She hesitated, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart before lifting her hand and knocking lightly.A voice answered almost immediately, deep and commanding."Come in."Freya slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the walls, but she could clearly see Vladimirios sitting on the edge of the bed.Quickly, she bowed her head respectfully."My lord, you called for me," she said softly.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sighed and rose from the bed, moving toward her with steady, unhurried steps.Freya instinctively backed away, her back hitting the door behind her with a soft thud.But he didn’t stop. He kept coming, until he stood right in front of her, trapping her between his body and the door.One of his hands pressed against the wood beside her head as he leaned closer. His voice was low, rough wit