Lisa See Novel Novels & Stories

This can't happen again, not the same pattern please God. My body becomes petrified and I feel chills running through my body, I see the image of Sierra lying on the bed with blood everywhere, except that instead of Sierra's face, I see Lisa, lying in the bathtub, her head completely covered with foam. I rush to her side and pull her against me. "Lisa opens her eyes. " She opens her eyes and gives me a surprised look, she looks around and then sets her gaze on me again. "Drake? What are you doing here? "

A woman whose engagement meant the end of any dreams I had of getting Tiffany back one day, and a man who has an irrational hatred for women, especially for Antoinette, the princess of France, which is where we are headed. It promises to be some trip. *** Lisa's POV My eyes eventually flicker open after several tries. All I can see at that moment is a burgundy wine carpet and a black leather seat that presses painfully into my cheek. I could hear the humming of an engine in the distance, but it seemed so close. I tried to recall the last thing I could remember, but my brain seems fuzzy at the moment. Was I captured, or worse, taken to an unknown location? My stomach churns and my head feels

Her blonde hair was twisted up in one of those immaculate buns and her pale dress hugged her body, showing off her curves. “You almost… God what are you thinking?” She gulped, staring at the shattered plaque that had landed just a few inches from her. “What the hell is going on?” she asked, her voice rising. Lifting my gaze, I locked gaze with her, my chest heaving and my fists clenched so hard that my nails dug into my palms. “What’s going on?” I repeated, my voice sharp and bitter. “Lisa, that bitch Lisa bagged the contract I have been working on for months.” I spat out.

CHAPTER ONE — THE NIGHT RETURNS Liana Elizabeth Rose woke like a woman dragged out of the grave. A choked gasp tore from her throat. Her back arched. Her nails clawed at the sheets. For a split second, she had no body just terror, cold metal, and the echo of her last breath inside a prison cell. Then the world snapped back into place. Silk sheets. Warm air. A bedroom unchanged by time. Her chest rose and fell in vicious, uneven heaves. She stared at the chandelier overhead its crystals scattering soft light over a space she had not seen in years. A space she should never see again.

"Alexis...!" Revel groaned as he gripped her hair. "Mmrph?" Alexis mumbled, looking up at him with a mischievous look in her eyes with his thick, hard, throbbing length filling her mouth. Revel glanced down at Alexis with a mixture of shock and lust in his expression, he couldn't believe that THE Alexis, the goddess of the Lycon Corporation, was on her knees giving him the best experience he had ever felt in his entire life. "Ughhhhhhhh..." Revel's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned in pleasure while Alexis took in as much length as she could fit, before slowly coming back up.

Just like Çelestine. They too are human and have emotions. What outsiders can see, is their forced smile, seduction and how cheerful they are. Lisa sighed and covered her body with duvet. Her life is going to be normal. She would stay away from men and maybe adopt a baby and remain single mother for her life. Lisa smiled on her thoughts and unknowingly went to a deep slumber. ~~~~~~~ In the lounge, Brad lit his cigarette and let its smoke cover his gloomy face. He had run a background check of Lisa and came to know that she was sold to a brothel.

The tension in the house became too much. Lisa could no longer ignore her doubts. She noticed the secret looks between Peter and her mom. She saw the way they touched when they thought she was not looking. One evening, she decided to find out the truth. Lisa came home from class early. She heard noises from upstairs. Soft moans. She walked quietly to her mom’s bedroom. The door was slightly open. Her heart stopped. Peter was on top of Sonia. They were having sex. Peter’s hips moved fast. Sonia’s legs wrapped around him. Both of them looked lost in pleasure.

"My Lisa. That book gave you an ending that should never have existed." "You were supposed to be a role. You broke the strings. Fought the current. Ripped the script apart." "And you. You took me." He smiled. "How is that funny?" "That's the best thing I've ever seen." "That's you. Too bright to look away from." Something broke in my chest. Not pain. Something warm. "Then Lila—" I couldn't let it go. "At the café. First time I saw her. I knew something was wrong."

She muttered to herself, "This can't be real. This can't be real! He's just some poor boy from the mountains. How could he be the heir to the wealthiest Baker family? This has to be fake! "Right, it's fake! We're not even divorced yet. How could he marry someone else? I need to see him!" Lisa lost all composure and tried desperately to rush out of the villa gates, but the officers responsible for monitoring her held her back firmly. In the struggle, she accidentally tumbled down the steps. The baby turned into a pool of blood on the spot. Even as she slipped into unconsciousness, Lisa only repeated one phrase, "I need to see him."

So I woke her up. Her face looked tired and distant, but still beautiful. “Lucas… is this you?” she whispered. It was better now or never. I leaned closer, so close that I could feel her breath against my skin, and it made me want to unravel everything beneath that dress. Lisa moved toward me suddenly, kissing me aggressively. It hurt, knowing she was seeing me as Lucas. She moaned his name between the kisses, gripping me like she was afraid I would disappear. This wasn’t working.