Lisa Wingate Series Novels & Stories

"Lead the way." The omega, Ivy, had already prepped the Frostwood Wing for Lisa—a quiet, drafty-but-cozy part of the house. Lisa had only brought five people with her: four elite guards and her longtime personal omega, Gwen. Gwen was already there, having set out the hot water and incense. At the door to the wing, Lisa stopped. She turned and patted Adelaide's hand, then reached up to straighten the slightly crooked collar of Adelaide's black uniform jacket.

Said Lisa. " Angie. Nice meeting you." She drained her drink and orders another one. " Wanna hang out tomorrow. Me and my girls we are having a party downtown." She handed an invite scripted the time and address "Sounds nice. I think I'll give it a try." Lisa throws the card inside her bag. "I'll see you around." Lisa gets from her sit and moves towards the crowd. "I think I need to visit the toilet first." Lisa starts looking for the toilet. Since she didn't know the club very well she got lost. She finds herself in a passage. Thinking it may lead to the toilet she goes inside.

What kind of monster reacts to another woman while his mate lies dying? I forced the instinct down. My grip tightened around Evangeline’s hand, the chill of her skin pulling my focus back where it belonged. I kept my attention on the window, on Evangeline, anywhere except the woman who had just walked in. “Lisa,” Evangeline said warmly. “Come here, sister.” Sister. The word scraped through me. Lisa moved closer, cautious. I caught the movement at the edge of my vision. Evangeline extended her free hand.

Whether it was handling the laundry, preparing meals, or tending to the twins, Gregory made sure I never had to lift a finger unless I wanted to. Among the new hires was a soft-spoken girl named Lisa. She was assigned to clean my wing of the house that day. I hadn’t even noticed her arrival until I caught something through the CCTV monitor during a women's council meeting. My heart nearly dropped. One of the twins was leaning too far out of the window, reaching for a toy drone that had gotten stuck on the sill. My breath caught in my throat, and without thinking, I bolted out of the meeting, my heels clicking furiously against the marble floors.

The cousins bid each other goodnight and Lisa turned off her bedside lamp. As she did so, she realized that she still had her garland of sanaria on the bedside table and wondered what she would do with it. The moon shone higher in the sky and was like a spotlight shining inside the room from the open window. Lisa decided to turn her face to the wall to get to sleep. Before she did so, she noticed that Celie was still sitting up in her bed and staring outside at the moon. Lisa thought she heard the flapping of wings, but after spending the whole day walking, she felt her exhaustion and was soon oblivious of what was happening inside the guest room.

He left the room, leaving Lisa and Catherine alone once again. Lisa retreated to her room, her mind racing with thoughts of how to approach George about Catherine's true intentions. She knew she couldn't simply tell him what she saw; he wouldn't believe her. Determined, Lisa pondered the best way to expose Catherine's manipulation without jeopardizing her own position in the house. The weight of the situation hung heavy on her shoulders, but she was determined to protect George from Catherine's deceit.

Morgan, taken aback by his ferocity, left without another word. Eventually, Williams hired a private investigator to find Lisa. The man returned with a lead in England—a small cottage in the countryside. Williams didn’t hesitate. He boarded the next flight, determined to bring her back. Lisa stood in the garden of her modest cottage in England, a soft breeze rustling the trees around her. The quiet life she had built over the past few weeks felt surreal after the chaos of New York. Her hand rested protectively on her growing belly as she stared out at the horizon.