Lisa See Novel Novels & Stories

Oil stabilized—but trust didn’t. Governments panicked. And the top families… Turned on each other. ⸻ Lisa sat alone now. The room dark. Screens glowing. Frame by frame. Face by face. Until— She stopped. “There…” she whispered. Zooming in. Enhancing. A partial profile. A glimpse. Not enough for most. But enough for her. Her eyes narrowed. “I see you…” Her voice dropped to a deadly calm. “And when I find you…” A pause. “…I won’t make it quick.”

And then, of course, she wanted to know how it would feel to have him pound into her, filling her over and over again until they were both spent and exhausted. Beyond frustrated, Lisa got out of bed and pulled on her short silky robe. If she couldn’t sleep, then she was going to work. She stomped into her office and slumped down into her chair, bringing her computer to life. The publishers wanted something new. Well, she had just the thing - a Mason-shaped serial killer.

In the Eye of the Storm Lisa sat motionless in their bedroom, still wearing clothes stained with the blood of the men she'd killed, while Luna Rose nursed peacefully in her arms. The contrast was stark—her daughter's innocent contentment against her mother's thousand-yard stare, the gentle domesticity of feeding time overlaid with the scent of violence that still clung to Lisa's skin and hair.

"I'd do anything for you." Larissa kicked off her shoes. She wore the bunny slippers and took a few steps. She then kicked off the pair of slippers and lay on the couch. After she tucked herself in the small blanket, she picked up a novel. It was a queer novel. That was her favorite genre! Ambrose knew her too well! Ambrose saw the explicit cover of the book featuring two men. His lips twitched. Soon, his handsome face had a gloomy expression. Snatching the book from Larrisa's hand, Ambrose declared, "I'm confiscating this one!"

Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage. I spent those months in a small, weathered cottage on the edge of a different coast—one where the sand was grey and the air tasted of salt and honest decay. Toby was there, always a few feet away, a steady presence that didn’t demand I be “Lisa” again. He understood that Lisa had died in the mountains, and whatever had crawled out of that plum silk dress at the gala was something new, something fragile and sharp. Today was the final day. The sentencing.

Lisa rolled her eyes at her best friend's dramatic act. "So much money!" Karen pretended not to see her as she continued looking through the bags. At one point, she stopped, staring straight at Lisa. Knowing that another one of those strange thoughts was going through her head, Lisa sighed. "What?" "You know, in the novels I read, this is how it actually begins." Karen leaned forward, saying. "First, the billionaire meets the poor girl, and there's either an instant attraction, or they become enemies on first sight." "Poor girl?" Lisa raised her brow, and Karen coughed.

She said which convinced me that she didn’t really hear me when I said it initially. “Yes,” I said angrily. “And I think… I think it might be Adrian’s, but I’m not sure. She’s hiding something.” A pause. “So Lisa survived with the held of Adrian’s twin, built her life again, became The Silver Veil, and now she’s happily pregnant while living with Brian?” the woman asked. “Yes!” I yelled. “Everyone loves her. Everyone is praising her stupid designs. And now she has Brian too. While I’m drowning in hate comments!”

She immediately turned off the faucet and slowly stepped back. But only a step away, she suddenly saw movement beneath the water. Soon after, Jack, with his hair covered with soap, appeared in front of her, his eyes never expected to meet. Jack: "..." Lisa: "..." Are the heavens playing her a little too much? Lisa's face was a little pale, facing Jack for about three seconds, suddenly remembering what she was like! She's naked! From top to bottom, a piece of cloth, standing in whole light and most importantly, in front of Jack's eyes!

CHAPTER ONE People think I am blind, but I'm not. I can clearly see people that I have to close my eyes to avoid what I don't want to see. My father said my vision was a blessing, but I think it's a curse. It's a well-kept secret from my family. I, Samantha Grey, am a seer.