Lisa Jackson Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

He was practically a ghost in the business world, a billionaire tycoon known for his cold nature and ruthlessness. The reporter went on. “Speculations about Hawke’s sexuality have circulated for years. The fact that he’s never been seen with a woman only fuels the allegations.” A snort from behind me broke my focus. Jasmine, my best friend and partner-in-waitressing crime, leaned on the counter with a tray in hand, her face filled with disappointment. “I can’t believe it.” She said. “Lucas Hawke. Gay. And not just gay—psychotic.” I shrugged. “I’m more heartbroken that people like him are allowed to live good lives.”

“Clear. Nobody in here.” He shut the door. Returned her to the dark. “All checked, Father!” Father. Victor. The footsteps receded. Then silence—more suffocating than the violence itself—swallowed the Moretti Mansion whole. Isabella Moretti was buried there without a headstone, with the echo of gunshots that would never stop ringing in her skull. Fifteen years later, she rose from that grave as Elena Cross—a weapon forged from the embers of grief. ✘ ✘ ✘

Something warm… and cold at the same time. My hand pressed into the sheet beneath us, and I froze. I looked down. The sheet under Lisa was dark. Soaked through. And it was spreading. “Lisa—” Her name came out of me in a voice I didn’t recognize. I shifted her gently, just enough to see, and my stomach dropped. Blood. Not a little. A lot. There was a large amount of blood under Lisa. She was bleeding badly. “Lisa.” I grabbed her shoulder. “Lisa, wake up. Wake up.”

I blurted demanding answers. “Oh but it has everything to do with you Antonella darling. See I need someone’s blood to tap into it. That’s the only way I can get my hands on the powers that rest here” she answered ever so calmly like it was not a scary thing. This woman just mentioned killing me and yet she kept her composure so calm it made me want to claw at her. I could feel fear grip me and panic starting to rise in my chest. I didn’t want to die.

She was holding Jake's sword and it was dripping with blood, her expression filled with delight. "You..." I was very shocked and didn't even know what to say. The other teammates were also very shocked and stood rooted in their spots. "Why are you all staring at me as if I'm dead?" Lisa said as she wiped off blood from her face. "I'm very much alive and I slew the Demonic Wolf as you can see." I watched as Lisa walked towards us with a very warm smile. I watched as she stopped before Jake, handling him his sword before saying, "I told you I was going to slay the Demonic Wolf..."

Pride, fierce and protective, burned in Elias’s chest, hotter than any studio lamp. They were positioned opposite Jenna Calen, media’s queen of the velvet-gloved evisceration. Her smile was bright, professional, but her eyes held the sharp glint of a scalpel. The red light on the main camera blinked on. Live. Syndicated everywhere. Millions watching. Millions judging. 3… 2… 1… "Mr. Voss. Mr. Hart. Thank you for joining us today," Jenna began, her voice smooth as honey laced with arsenic. "The internet, as I’m sure you’re aware, has been quite literally… ablaze since yesterday’s events."

erica smiled “Where is he? “He is in the dark room, he thought he was going to get some,” erica bitterly laughed Erica and Elise went to the darkroom where they found Mr. Jackson screaming for help. Apparently, Mr. Jackson was an accountant for 'TRIPLE E group of companies'. he stole a huge sum of money and fled out of the country. Erica had some information that he was back in the country. She traced him and lured him sexually. “I’ll handle it from here my daughter,” Elise told erica. “You can go to rest now."

His calm voice carried no pride. Only honesty. “I’ve made decisions that determined whether people lived or died.” He stared toward the mountains. “Being afraid isn’t weakness.” He paused. “Letting fear control you is.” Sam quietly absorbed his words. The legendary Cold-Blooded Alpha wasn’t fearless. He simply carried his fear alone. The realization filled her heart with both admiration and sadness. Without thinking, Sam reached for his hand. The movement surprised both of them. Her fingers brushed lightly against his before instinctively pulling back.

The perfect front for a body dump spot. Jackson stoops down and probes his finger into a dark substance on the ground, examining it. He turns pale and heaves. My heart stops again. I immediately know. It’s blood. Everybody circles the small pool of dense black-red liquid drained into the dirt. Please let it not be their blood. Please, please, please. A blood trail leaves a distinct route to the small room as if something bloody was dragged through the dirt. It’s like deja vu ― almost the same pattern as the one from years ago, in our hallway.

I had clearly had enough of her madness and just then I noticed Lisa with a knife around her wrist. “There are several means I can use to get you and one of them happens to be this..." She said, placing the knife on her wrist, much to the dismay of Jaxon . "Lisa!! Are you out of your mind?" I asked, trying to reach out, but she drew away fast, before I could lay hold of her hands. "It's either me or no one else." She said, "It doesn't have to get to this” Jaxon's voice was shaking in fear. He wasn't going to be accused of being a murderer, not with the reputation he had kept for being a good person.