Lisa See Novel Novels & Stories

she took a small step forward “—you’ve lost your focus because of her. She makes men weak.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, but I do,” she murmured. “Once her mind breaks, and she can’t tell dream from truth, even John will stop longing for her. And you—” her eyes glinted “—you’ll finally see what she really is.” My blood ran cold. “You’re insane.” Lisa crouched down so we were eye to eye. “Maybe,” she whispered, “but I’m also right.” My roar tore through the room, shaking the walls. The lights flickered as a surge of raw force exploded out of me, sending Lisa crashing across the cell.

Author’s POV Siana looked at Lisa as if she had stolen something sacred from her. The way she stared at her was not just anger, it was grief mixed with disbelief. It was the look of someone who believed that the life she had imagined for herself was now being lived by another woman. Her eyes were red, not just from crying but from holding back too much for too long.

Even though e-books had become the norm nowadays, she still preferred the feeling of a physical book and jotting down annotations by hand. Being able to come here today made Serenity overwhelmed with emotions. Looking at the endless law journals, Lisa felt a little bored. After all, she hadn’t learned this back in university. “I’ll head over to the magazine section. After you’ve chosen your books, you know where to find me.” “Okay.” Lisa hastily made her way to the magazine rack and flipped through magazines that wrote about her favorite celebrity while Serenity continued picking her books. Suddenly, a voice sounded, “Are you... Serenity Lewis?”

Lisa was being held in the basement of an old villa, in an abandoned wine cellar, under the watch of Jax and others. As for how to handle her, Kendrick wanted to wait until Annabelle was discharged from the hospital before making a decision. Pushing open the door of the basement wine cellar, he walked in, and Jax helped him turn on the dim yellow light. Lisa sat leaning against the wall, her face pale, her black clothes covered in dust and bloodstains, both her own blood and Annabelle's. "Ken, you finally came to see me," Lisa grinned at him. Kendrick looked down at her, his gaze cold and filled with a murderous aura.

“Look. Lisa got pregnant, and when she revealed it to the women of Ale-o House, things started getting dirty. She got hated, and then these women threw a celebratory party for her. Lisa died the night of the party, Joanne.” The moment the words left Theodore’s lips, I stopped moving. -

I felt traumatized by the cold blood bath I had seen happening right before my eyes but it was clear that he did it to let out the pain he felt in his chest, to lash out on the idiots who hurt his mate. Yes, I had found out about everything. I read Lisa's notebook when she was in having her bath in my bathroom when she came for the sleepover. I knew I was intruding her privacy but I couldn't stop the curiousity that spiked in me. After reading the story of their forbidden bond, I understood why it was necessary for them to not get close.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Lisa's hands trembled on the steering wheel, and I couldn't bring myself to look at her. In the midst of the quiet atmosphere, Lisa finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Isadora, what happened back there? How... how did Casandra..." I sighed, struggling to find the words. "Leonidas happened, Lisa. He's become something monstrous, something beyond reason. Casandra tried to buy us time, but he... he killed her without a second thought." Lisa's grip on the wheel tightened, and I could see the anger and grief battling in her eyes. "We can't let him get away with this," she declared, her voice firm.

Until now. Lisa's approach was silent, predatory. She emerged from the darkness like a ghost, her footsteps muffled on the stone path. Clara remained oblivious, her back turned as she gazed at the water, lost in thought. Lisa paused for a heartbeat, her eyes gleaming with cold intent in the moonlight—something feral, calculating. Then, without a word, she lunged forward, her hands slamming into Clara's back with brutal force. The shove was swift, deliberate, sending Clara tumbling forward off the edge.

For a moment, she saw the glint in his eyes, unreadable, cold… maybe even testing her. Then he leaned slightly closer, smoke curling between them. Neither moved. Neither blinked. And then— * Across the mansion, Lisa wandered around her chamber. Her pink pajamas hung loosely on her as she walked in slow circles, still shaken from the masquerade massacre. Her eyes were swollen from tears, her heart still thudding as if the bullets hadn’t stopped. She passed the mirror. Then the window. Then— A hand shot out of the dark. Fingers tangled into her hair. Yanked.