Lisa Jackson Series 소설 & 이야기

The knot in my stomach tightened. I locked eyes with the woman. “I’m Cassandra.” Her elegant eyebrow bent, and the corner of her lips rose. “I didn’t know you had company, Jake. I thought it was going to be just us.” That felt like another strike to my heart. Just us... Clearing my throat, I needed her to understand that Jake and I were a thing. “I’m sorry, but Jake and I—” “Oh, she’s going to join us?” Her laughter had a sultry edge, and she crossed her arms, emphasizing her curves, her breasts almost spilling out. “Well, when did I last have a threesome.”

Lisa sat down, and three rows behind her someone exhaled, as if they had been holding their breath since she opened her mouth. That was the first small victory of the day. They had expected her to lower her head. She had not. Lucas found her in the corridor between classes. He did not look at her like a man assessing damage. He looked at her like a man who had decided that standing beside her mattered more than what people would say. Lisa hated that it moved her. Simple respect felt almost dangerous after Ethan’s coldness had taught the world how to treat her. “Hamilton has the appointment,” Lucas said. “The backup-camera archive technician will see us Friday.”

He did this so that he wouldn’t soil his hands with the blood of the stupid Alpha. No one said a word to Jackson. It didn’t please him, neither did it please Lisa who thought these new people were strange. Still, she believed that this conversation would be best handled by her. And so, before Jackson could ask the ancients anything, Lisa spoke. “So, who are you?” She pointed at Jacob as she asked this question. Jackson, though annoyed at being talked over, reclined deeper into his throne, waiting to see how this would play out. After all, Lisa was a better talker than him.

Jack snapped. I ignored him until he gripped my chin hard and forced me to meet his gaze. His dark eyes blazed with fear, worry, and anger but he finally had my attention. "Shh," Jordan whispered in my ear. "No one's going to hurt you." There was a pause as Jordan's words sunk into my screaming brain and I stopped struggling in his grip. "Good, baby girl. Now listen to Jackson," Jordan urged. "Breathe, Lizzie. Remember the other night at the club?" Jack whispered.

Besides, there must be a reason why she came to this body. Sisu, now Sian, sorted the memories inside her brain and thought of ways to counter the things that happened here on out. Since that woman will be the cause of her doom, it is only reasonable that as an autistic girl, she would have to find someone who would help her take her revenge. Since one of Malcolm's sons would come here today to get her, Sian decided to see if it’s someone she could rely on. If not, she will have to find a way to leave the house that her family hoped she would live in.

His hair was the same deep brown as mine, though much shorter and mussed by sleep. “Go back to bed, Damon.” The woman answered, gesturing for him to go back to his room. The boy rubbed his eyes and shrugged before heading back in the direction he had come. “You must be Lucas’s daughter.” The woman smiled, turning back to my sister and I. “And if I remember correctly, you’re Annabelle.” “Lizzy. My name is Lizzy.” I answered. “Well, Lizzy. I’m sure you have questions. Why don’t I put a pot of coffee on, and we can talk? In the morning, I’ll have your father introduce you to your brothers.”

asked Sheriff Webb, trying to get a better look at Lisa's face. "Good evening, Sheriff. I'm Lisa Conway, Dorothy's granddaughter," the girl replied. "Oh so now you two are dating," Sheriff Webb said with a smile. “Sheriff, you haven't answered my question. What are you doing on this hill? Isn't this hill for young people on a date?" asked Scott a second time.

You remembered the people you were fighting for. My eyes drifted without meaning to. Across the common room, at the long table by the window, Lisa sat with a piece of bread in her hand, looking out at the grounds. Red hair. A stomach that told its own story. She had not moved since I walked in, had not turned around, had not acknowledged me passing behind her. She just sat there, quiet and still, like someone who had learned a long time ago how to take up exactly as much space as she needed and not an inch more.

**Just a little farther. The night air was crisp when she slipped outside, the wind carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A sliver of moonlight illuminated the path ahead, her escape route winding through the dense trees. If she could just make it past the eastern river, she could disappear before anyone noticed she was gone. She took a single step forward— "Lina." The voice was like a blade to her spine, freezing her in place. Slowly, she turned. **Alpha Jackson stood in the shadows, watching her.**

What’s the reason behind her being locked in a coffin? “Everybody please get out of the way. She needs air,” Caleb shouted as he noticed some people were watching them and some were taking photos. .... After an hour, everything calmed down. But no answers are revealed. Because Daniel and a doctor are there in Charlotte and Jason’s room. Jason is already treated. He can’t possibly get up. But he’s recoverable this time. Why always is Jason being a target? MW is the reason behind his accident. Becca stabbed him this time. Well, no one knows how Becca’s alive.