Lisa Damour Books Novels & Stories

“I don’t, baby. And I love my mother, but if she ever does anything to hurt you, I’d gladly cut her off.” Meadow’s breath hitched. “You don’t mean that.” “I fucking do,” I rasped honestly. “And about Clarissa… you should know that she’s a master manipulator. Frankly, she doesn’t like the fact that my wife can feel me, and knowing her…” I cupped Meadow’s chin with my fingers. “She’s going to try whatever she can to ruin it.” She tried to look away from me but I shook my head. “And I’m not going to let her. I swear it.”

She couldn’t believe that somewhere deep down, despite knowing everything and what they had done to her in her past life, she had still somehow expected better from them. Expected protection. Expected fairness. Expected love. But their actions had left her utterly devastated. She pressed her lips together tightly as she looked around the hallway wondering where Damien was. She couldn’t afford to have any more expectations because that was the problem. Expectations gave people power to hurt you. The silence in the hallway allowed her to hear the faint sound of typing and that guided her toward Damien’s study. The door was slightly open and Liora leaned lightly against the frame. Damien sat be

She had a welcoming aura around her at all times and she tried her best to get me to talk but she failed dismally for the past two weeks. Not that I did not want to talk because I wanted to but I could not. I do not know what was happening to me it was as if I had lost the ability to produce sound. “Your mom said you had a nightmare yesterday, what was it about?” “Did you have a dream about Jeremy?” She asks and I winced at the mention of Jeremy's name. It’s still difficult to believe that he was gone. “El, talk to me.” I just stare at her and she sighs standing up. I follow her with my eyes to see her retrieving a black A5 notebook with a black pen from her handbag. She walks toward me and

Chapter 49: Conclusion A few days later Damien's POV He sat at his desk at nine fifteen with three reports open and a board summary he needed to finish before noon, and for the first forty minutes he was completely productive in the specific way he was always productive when nothing was on fire. Then he noticed the time. Liora's shift at the bookstore ended at nine forty five. He hadn't asked about her schedule today. He just knew it, the way he knew most things about her now without having to track them deliberately. The information had stopped being effort weeks ago and become something closer to instinct.

For her beauty was the main deal - not education. "It's alright if you don't know about this book. I'll explain," Liam said and he held up the book cover for her to see. “This is what I’m reading—Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. It’s about the conflict between science and religion.” Isla nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. She found herself captivated by Liam’s sensual lips as he spoke, the way they moved with each word, and the intensity of his gaze. His handsome face was mesmerizing, and she couldn’t help but admire him as he explained the book’s themes.

******************** Damian's Pov I gazed at Lisa, her radiant smile illuminating the room as she laughed at something I said. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires in the morning light, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Two months had passed since she'd begun to open up, and our connection had deepened, weaving a tapestry of trust and desire. But beneath the surface, threats lingered, casting a shadow over our bliss. James Parker's relentless messages still arrived, fueling my determination to protect Lisa. The memory of his menacing words seared my mind, and my jaw clenched in response.

Lisa is pregnant with your child, she said drunkenly. Damon froze, his entire body tensing, his wolf snarling within him—a mix of frustration and longing. Amara, he started, his voice low and pained. Lisa doesn't matter. She never has, and she never will. All I care about is you. Amara let out a drunken laugh, her grip on his neck tightening. You're unbelievable, she slurred, dripping with bitterness. All you care about is me? Then why did you ruin everything? Damon's jaw clenched, guilt weighing heavy on his chest.

Lisa said as Damien nodded. "You can leave" He said as Lisa nodded and left the study room. After waving goodnight to the kids she went home. A few hours, Damien Received a total of 276 videos, each has a duration of 24 hours.

Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.

" Let's go to Layla. She will give you some pills to relax. You need to sleep if you want to function properly. You can't just let another panic attack set in. " Robert hated doctors. It was a reflection of their unbothered attitude towards his problems. Most dismissed his physical ailments as mental issues and referred to psychologists. They could be of no help either because he could not share his secrets with them. Layla was an exception. She was a vet. She believed in divination,believed in the paranormal and most importantly, was always attentive to Robert's needs. Oh, I forgot to mention, she was also Quill's ex-girlfriend. Quill missed her terribly though she had already moved on. He