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.”

“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

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.

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!”

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

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.