Lisa Wingate Series Novels & Stories

Always. Room 212. He knocks gently, then enters. Inside: a small, neat room. Artificial flowers on the nightstand. A soft hum of classical music. By the window, Margarite Reyes, 61, frail but bright-eyed, stares out at a garden she never steps into. She turns. Her face lights up. “Jax.” “Hey, Ma.” He leans down, kisses her forehead. She reaches for his hand—the injured one. Her smile falters. “You’ve been fighting again.”

Petris said and noticed a witch attacking Lisa from behind. such a bitch Peris though and stroke the bitch as lisa flinched. The bitch fell screaming in pain. "Well then it's even!" Lisa said as they both got busy fighting.

' Lisa bit down harder on her nails, really considering what she was saying for a while. 'Okay, let's do this.' Lisa finally agreed. She searched her closet and took the little money that she had saved up with her and opened her window quietly. She jumped out of the window and ran to the fence around their house. She looked around to make sure no one was around before she jumped and climbed over the fence. Immediately her feet touched the ground on the other side of the fence, she started running.

He wondered what Ava's face had looked like when she stood outside his office and heard it. He thought of her walking out of the hospital with an injured hand, still placing the medal neatly beside the documents, as if she were returning the last piece of their past. Liam's voice turned cold. "The inspectors want you back at base for questioning. Ethan, no one is burying this for Chloe anymore." Ethan looked down at the nightstand. The resignation. The divorce agreement. The St. Christopher medal. Three things, arranged like three verdicts. Only then did he finally understand.

“But there could be. You’re going to need a wife someday, Damien. Someone who understands this world, someone who can stand by your side. You need me and you know it.' My jaw tightened—Yes, I do need someone, but that someone is not you. I wanted to say, but I held my words back. “We’ve already had this discussion. My answer hasn’t changed.” But Lisa was determined to piss me off today. She stepped around the desk, moving closer to me. "Is it because of that little whore?" I knew she was referring to Vivian and the fact she spoke about her like that railed me up, but before I could react, she reached for the hem of her dress and, in one swift motion, pulled it over her head, leaving her comp

Walter also carried dragon blood, so when he saw all that glimmering gold, he became a little reluctant to move forward. "Could this be a trap?" Willow asked with suspicion. As a woman, she liked shiny things too, but she still kept her rationality at the moment. "We'll just deal with the problems as they come. What's there to be afraid of?" Walter said carelessly. Lisa had been silent ever since entering. After all, this was her enemy's stronghold. Her grudges and reasoning were still very much alive.

It took no time at all to pass the clouds in the sky and above them it was bright blue for days. Leslie stretched her wings and enjoyed the feeling of the wind carrying her across the sky. She had been in her own world that she had lost track of Gabriel. When she looked around she mentally laughed as he came racing past her. Almost as if he was showing off. She shook her large head and increased her own speed. If it was a race he wanted, it was a race he would get. They spent the next hour circling to one another before finally making their ay back down to the green grass. Leslie went behind the building once more to shift back and get dressed. When she came around the building Gabriel was a

"I promise. Please tell me about it, I'm getting nervous already, Elise said impatiently. "You remember almost six months ago when I left your apartment with bottles all over,’ Lisa said and paused. "I remember perfectly, you refused to talk to me about it, "Elise said. "And remember I told you about the witches after you had told me about the voices that you heard. I'm one of them, I'm a witch Elise," Lisasaid and looked at Elise expression but there was nothing.

And standing on the porch next door, barely visible in the shadows, was Tessy—watching her leave, a faint, satisfied smile playing on her lips. Lisa pressed her foot harder on the accelerator, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and red. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she couldn’t stay. But one thing was certain: this wasn’t over. Tessy thought she’d won. But Lisa Chen wasn’t a woman who surrendered easily. And secrets, no matter how deeply buried, always found their way to the surface.

Another fifteen minutes passed before we reached the village’s heart. Blackgate wasn’t what I expected. Neatly arranged streets. Fences painted fresh. A sleepy, domestic feel, like danger couldn’t possibly exist behind these quiet doors. But we knew better. Lisa’s place was easy to find—a modest bungalow framed by a white picket fence. It looked like the kind of house young couples daydream about. Safe. Stable. Normal. Was she with someone? One thing was obvious—she was with the wolves now. Adrian stayed in the car, his hands still clenched on the wheel. He didn’t look at me, didn’t speak. I could feel the pressure building under his silence, but he kept it contained. For me.