Lisa Damour Books Novels & Stories

The mansion was silent past midnight. Lila couldn’t sleep. She had slipped downstairs to the living room in a soft, short silk robe that barely covered her thighs. Underneath, she wore nothing. She curled up on the large couch with a book, the baby monitor glowing on the coffee table beside her. The little girl had been asleep for hours. The door to the living room opened quietly. Damien stepped in, still dressed in his dark shirt and trousers from the day, looking every bit the powerful man who ran an empire.

“Careful. We play the long game now. Amara’s public image is our greatest weapon. Keep smiling for the staff. Let them think we are the solution. Meanwhile we rebuild what we lost.” Amara nodded slowly. Her fingers tapped lightly on the desk. “Lila is the key. She knows too much about the birth records. If she keeps digging she could expose everything. Damien will help us whether he wants to or not. I raised that boy. I know exactly how to break him.” Outside in the hallway Damien watched from a distance as his mother laughed with a group of nurses. She looked every bit the caring administrator. The same woman who had baked him cookies after bad days at school. The same woman who now threate

Nora's POV Damien had been gone for two days and like before, I couldn't look at the packhouse the same without him. He called once in a while to check on me but it was not enough. Fortunately, I had my babies to comfort me and they filled my days. I was done feeding Alexander when Lisa burst into my room without knocking. She was sweating and something that suspiciously looked like blood stained her skirt. “Lisa, what's wrong? Is that blood?” I pointed at her skirt and I just noticed that she was crying too. What was going on?

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“Don’t you dare look away. Not when your body is already screaming for more…” Same hunger. Different sins. Throw caution out the window and step into a world where dark desires don’t ask permission—they demand it. Here, the line between truth and temptation dissolves the moment you give in. This is no soft-edged romance. No slow seduction, no gentle restraint, and zero second chances. From possessive shadows that claim without mercy to whispered deals that bind tighter than any chain, these stories don’t wait for you to say yes. They take what’s already yours to lose. Every tale is a fast, relentless plunge into heat, obsession, and the lies we tell ourselves just to feel more. Insta

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

He steps completely into me, his heavy, hard thighs crowding right between mine, his solid chest crushing my bare breasts flat against him. A violent, electric shock of pure pleasure strikes straight down my spine. The friction of his wet shirt against my nipples makes me moan, a raw, desperate sound that escapes into the steam. "You've been running from me since New York, Lisa," Damian growls against my jaw, his voice thick with a decade of restrained torment. He tilts his head down, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear, sending a shuddering wave of heat pooling directly between my thighs. "You look at me like I'm a monster. But your body remembers who I am."

Damien went to the room and locked it from inside. "I will be staying here. If you need anything just call my name." Den said and pushed Celestine into the glass room. With trembling steps she slumped down on the chair which was put in front of the mirror from where she could see everything crystal clear. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lisa was only in her bikini. When she saw Damien, smile beamed on her face. She took seductive steps and traced her fingers on his face. Damien harshly threw Lisa on soft bed and hovered above her. With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor.

"Back to the topic, her name was Irma. Last I heard, she lives alone in the mountains. She refers to herself as an enchantress but people just regard her as a witch but she's never harmed anyone with her powers and keeps to herself. We should summon her. I'm almost a hundred percent sure she'll know what's going on with Ethan. If she doesn't, then no one will." Rachel said and the doctor nodded. "Doctor, please keep an eye on the Alpha and Luna Esme as well, I don't want her to do something silly while in distress. I'll personally bring Irma here." Rachel instructed. "But if she refuses to come?" I asked. "She will, I know she'll never refuse an old friend. In the meantime, Esme please take