Alisa Woods Author Novels & Stories

“ Sage.’’ she walked as if her legs were wobbling, she felt Grey’s gaze crawling on her skin, but she lowered her head to avoid them. “ Alisa has been ill for a long while. I have been the herbalist, or perhaps healer giving her some medications to recover. She was gradually responding to the medication before she decided to escape into the woods, we pray her soul finds rest.” she climbed down from the altar, and at that instant Grey clenched his fist harder again on his lap. I already perceived the woman named Alisa as someone special to Grey, but what could she have gone to the wood to do? What could have killed her?

The end of the cigarette lit up, and little grey clouds floated lazily as Aisha took a few puffs before finally starting with the story. “Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But contrary to what most people think, Alisa never had an easy childhood. She thinks it’s because of her Gift. Maybe it is, partly, but if you ask me, Ali wouldn’t have had such a rough time of it if it hadn’t been for him…” *****

Her silence tells me everything. Alisa is a succubus. My heart stops but my ears do not. “She seduced and killed my son! She masterminded the rouge’s attack! She’s had wrapped around her little finger! You’ve been blinded by her!” I am not given the chance to question him back about the rogues’ attack for Zion charges at me at lightning speed and punches me across the face.

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

He paused and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger. I had no idea they've been trying to reach out. “We'll be asking questions about Lydia, well known as Alissa Brooks, and also about your relationship with Mr Woods,” rays of sunlight streamed in from the opened window by the side. I inhaled softly, looking out through the window, and a tree stood firmly right outside.

“We’ve embarrassed Cindy enough.” But Alissa stepped forward calmly. “I can prove it.” They handed her a plain block of wood and a carving knife. Twenty minutes later, she presented a stunningly intricate piece, perfectly balanced, signed with the same M. The crowd gasped. Stunned at what they had just witnessed. “It’s outstanding!” “Magnificent. She’s… Mysterious?” Even Cindy looked horrified. Shane couldn’t take his eyes off her. Who was Alissa? His ex-wife, a lost heiress… now a secret world-renowned designer?

I loved the feeling and emotions it gave me. I finished College with a Journalism course because I also wanted to be a journalist before I decided to pursue what I had wanted to do for a long time and became a Creative Writer. At the age of twenty-two, I became a Freelance Writer until I signed a contract and became an official Full Time Writer for the company 'Book is Life.' And currently, I'm almost three years into the company. I was halfway there when my cell phone rang, and I sighed when I saw that it was my Mom calling. I know she will force me again to come to our reunion later.

I could never confide into him or tell him about how the servants treated me, I did not wish to be a complaining wife but sometimes it made me want to cry or scream in frustration. I longed to talk to someone. Yes, Alice was there. She was a good listener and surprisingly she was intelligent as well. But she wasn't someone I could confide into. Even when I considered her as my companion I couldn't tell her certain things. I missed Harmony. I waited for her to write to me but every day I fruitlessly waited but no missive or letter ever came. ~~~~ Her name was Alexandra Woods. A tall woman with a pale complexion whose silver orbs were scrutinising me at the moment. Her cherry tinted lips tilte

Mark explained. It was a bombshell. I was completely stunned. "Right now, Alyssa has been committed to a psychiatric hospital. Dylan was sentenced to prison for manufacturing unknown drugs to control another person's mind." Hearing that, I fell silent. I thought that if Alyssa didn't love me, fine—we'd just break up. But I never imagined she'd end up locked away in a mental institution. Everything had seemed so calm on the surface. But underneath, there had been this huge danger lurking the whole time.

Nathaniel said, urging Serena to get out of bed. She made her way to the living room of their villa and saw Alisa engrossed in some math worksheets with multiple-choice answers. ‘When had Nathaniel found time to print worksheets while at the resort?’ she wondered. “Mommy!” Alisa called when she saw her. Her smile was bright, and her eyes were sparkling. Then, she encircled her choice on the last question. Serena was surprised to see that Alisa had already completed ten worksheets. She was still three years old. How was it possible?