Lisa Frank Book Novels & Stories

Lisha’s hands shake as she takes the glass draining the contents in one go, and hands the glass back to him, coughing as she stammers, “More” Xavier refills her glass. When she goes to take it from him, he pulls his hand back and says, “Sip this one.” Lisha nods, picking the book up and sitting it on my lap; pointing at the page, she whispers, “Read it.” I frown, looking at the words in front of me, and ask, “How did this happen? The last time I looked at this book, the words weren't visible?” Lisha shrugs,

Lisa covered her embarrassment, clearing her throat “Frank, you have no idea.” “What? Even your charm was ineffective?" Frank teased, even though he knew that the known secret that Lisa was one of Ben’s friends with benefits was a farce. Lisa smiled shyly and lowered her head and whispered “He’s barely notices me these days.” “Then I can only sacrifice myself as a human shield” Frank chuckled.

They smiled at each other for a little while before Lisa's eyes met mine. I'm so damn proud of her. "Congrats on your first win of many," I told her with a wide smile which she reciprocated. "Thanks." __________________ "Alright, it's ready. All you have to do is hit this button and it'll be posted all over the Internet," Frank gave a smug smirk as he looked at the computer screen, pleased with his work. "Thank you so much!" Lisa practically screeched with excitement beside him. Lisa is being too kind. Can't really blame her. She doesn't know how annoying Frank can be. All she knows is that he's here helping her.

“Oh? And what’s that, exactly?” I stood abruptly. “Don’t act innocent. You’ve been trying to paint me as the villain yesterday. You’re trying to turn me into the bad guy so you can swoop in and take what’s not yours.” Lisa’s laugh was sharp, like glass shattering. She crossed her arms, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Francis, you’re already shaking in your boots, and I haven’t even started with you yet.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, taunting murmur. “You should know by now I don’t play small. Partner with me, or you’ll lose everything, your reputation, your control. I’m not joking.”

Hopefully, they would both get what they needed. Emma took a deep breath before entering the cafe. She didn’t know what possessed her to say yes to this meeting. She knew she was walking into a trap and yet…there was a tiny sliver of hope that these women actually wanted to be friends with her. They seemed so lovely the night before when they extended the invitation. And they were meeting in a public place so they weren’t going to murder her and bury her body…she didn’t think so anyway. From the stories that were bantered around the table at dinner, if anyone could do it, it would be them. Lisa was some sort of thriller writer who practiced dismembering bodies by cutting up pork carcasses. F

"Louis asked for all this?" While smiling, Frank handed over a book. "Louis gave me a guide to make you guys happy. He laid it out very completely." Kara's jaw dropped even wider. "But you don't have to obey him, Frank. He's still small. He can't yet sort out what he really needs." "But I think he can, and I'm very grateful for his initiative. I should have given all of that to you a long time ago." Frank took Kara's hand and gave her a kiss. His gray eyes were so calm and cool.

It felt desperate. “What if this is just a distraction?” I said suddenly, looking at Lisa. “What do you mean?” “What if Frank is doing all of this to keep us focused on him while someone else moves behind the scenes?” Lisa frowned, considering my words. “It’s possible. But who? And why?” “I don’t know,” I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. “But it feels like there’s something we’re missing. Something bigger.” Lisa nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Then we need to stay one step ahead. If Frank’s working with someone, or if someone’s using him as a pawn, we’ll figure it out.”

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

She was just using me as much as I was using her and when we were done eliminating the threats, we would face each other. We waited in the library for several minutes but there was no sign of Francesca. “If she isn't here, where else would she be? You know her better than I do, right? Where do you think she goes to when she's not in the room or library?” I asked her. “With Declan, but his rooms are off limits so she couldn't be there even if she wanted to be,” Lisa responded. I let out a groan. This was supposed to be a flawless plan? How the hell did things go wrong?

"So, when are you going to tell me the girl's name?" asked Lisa the next day as she and Lucas relaxed in the living room in the afternoon. And Lucas was relaxing in the living room in the afternoon. "What girl's name do you mean?" Lucas frowned, not understanding. "Ah, the one who made you read that romance novel on purpose," Lisa replied, reminding him of last night when she found her brother reading in his room. "Oh, no. I just found a good novel." Lucas argued. Which seemed very far-fetched because