Lisa Simpson Novels & Stories

She gleefully accepts the fruit slice and proceeds to chomp on it. "Hey, Lisa." Leigh nudges me from my other side, smiling brightly at me, a smile that reached her brown siren eyes. "How are you doing?" "I'm alright, I guess." I find myself smiling back. Her smile is infectious. And she's pretty too. A seductive, Candice Swanepoel kind of pretty. "You?" "So-so." She lifts one bare, tanned shoulder in a shrug. "Good to see our conservative locals aren't bothering ya."

POV Drake. Name : Lisa Simon Age : Twenty-six years old Height : One meter seventy Favorite color : Red Blood type: O positive Weight: Fifty kilos. There's even her waist and the size of her measurements. I know absolutely everything about her. I wrinkle my nose, she is way too skinny. I close the file in front of me with a sadistic smile. She may not know it yet, but she belongs to me. Eric looks at me with a strange expression.

We apologized and invited Lisa to sit down with us. Lisa was looking so fucking good. She had on a spaghetti strapped black dress with some stiletto heels. The dress was so short it barely covered her ass. My wife definitely noticed how hot Lisa looked and commented "Lisa you look so sexy in that dress, how do you keep from falling out of it?" Lisa smiled and replied, "thanks it makes me feel sexy because I feel like all the guys are undressing me with their eyes. I get so turned on when I wear this dress. It's my favorite."

I found myself frowning lightly at the girl in question. Jessica flipped her hair again with a smug grin plastered on her face, "You heard me right." "Wait..." The strawberry blonde had a wide-eyed look on her face, her eyes still locked with Jessica's, Jessica cocked her head to the side, "Yes, sweetheart?" "If your last name is Simpson, doesn't that make your father Alpha Jerry Simpson?" She inquired, the gears visibly turning in her head Jessica hummed nonchalantly, "I guess you could say that."

breathed Simon. Lisa gave a giggle, cradling Simon's head in her arms and pressing her cleavage against the side of his face. "Simon," she said silkily, "I think Tilly's about to be a very naughty girl for you. I think she's about to show you just what a slut she is."

“Don’t you ever do this to me again. Do you hear me? Ever.” She grinned, eyes dancing. “But did you like the surprise?” I gave her a mock glare, still crying. “You’re impossible. I’m still not talking to you.” She hugged me tighter, her voice warm. “Nothing could’ve kept me away. Especially not when it’s my goddaughter.” Sophia chimed in. “Don’t play like that, Lisa. That name’s already claimed.” I rolled my eyes, laughing. “So you’re Team Pink too?” Lisa smirked. “Solidly.”

Lisa and Simon did not have sex for the first four months of their relationship. Getting to know Simon resulted in Lisa doing something she had never done before - she fell in love. Midway through her senior year, Simon proposed. Lisa accepted. They got married and the rest is history. Simon never asked Lisa about her past sexual relationships and Lisa never volunteered the information. She compared herself to an athlete who decides to figuratively "hang up his cleats" and retire. She decided to "hang up her kneepads."

We're siblings! "Siblings?" I crouched down and spoke into her ear. "From the moment you began plotting against me, you lost all rights to use the word on us. Have fun spending the rest of your life in jail." "Cheryl Richmond! You can't do something like this!" Sophia couldn't keep up with her usual sophisticated act and rushed up to me anxiously. "What's going to happen to the Simpson family's reputation if you make a huge fuss out of this incident? Jayson's image will be totally ruined!"

“She works for me sometimes. I know her family.” That alone caught my attention. Still, the decision had been mine. By the time Lisa entered the room I was exhausted and irritated. My cousin Matthias had begun challenging my leadership openly. Rogue attacks had escalated across the borders. My mate lay sick in a hospital bed. I didn’t want to sit through another performance. Lisa walked in in a simple dress. Minimal makeup. Auburn hair pulled into a neat bun. Her file said she had turned twenty a few months earlier. Beta father. Omega mother.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.