Lisanna Strauss Novels & Stories

With Layla by her side, she knew she possessed the unwavering support and guidance needed to navigate the uncharted territories of their extraordinary world. As the days turned into weeks, Isabella delved deeper into the intricacies of her bond with Giovanni. Layla became her trusted confidante, sharing wisdom, tales of old, and insights into the mysterious realm they inhabited. Together, they unraveled the rich tapestry of their society, exploring its customs, histories, and the intricate web of relationships that wove its fabric.

Her eyes narrowed. "Search for her name in recent media," Aurora commanded. "Not business news. Lifestyle. Profiles. She’s vain, Liam. She would have talked." Liam turned back to the screen. SEARCH: Isabella Voss. Interview. Profile. Personal. Thousands of hits on business strategy. " The Iron Lady of Shipping." "The Queen of Logistics." But buried on page ten of the search results was a video link. A clip from a French documentary series titled Femmes de Pouvoir (Women of Power). Dated five years ago.

she asked, bursting with excitement. "Anything you ask for, A*i," said Weston, sitting down beside her. A*ianna looked at all their expectant faces with a grin on her face. "Anything, dear," whispered their mom. "Well, I came across this book and I found that the storyline resembles yours and Isabella's, Weston. The author's name is Isabella H. and she's based in LA. I think this is our Isabella. What do you think?" Asked an excited Arianna.

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She arrived by snowmobile just after midnight. Freya Lindström, 29, a renowned Sami photographer from Rovaniemi, stepped into the warm igloo. Her long platinum-blonde hair spilled from under her fur hood, and her athletic yet lush body was wrapped in a thick white parka. Beneath it she wore nothing but delicate black lace lingerie. The moment her stormy grey eyes met Elias’s, her smooth, bare pussy clenched violently. A hot rush of slick arousal flooded her tight channel, instantly soaking the thin lace and beginning to drip down her inner thighs.

He blurted and Helena smiled. "I promise." It wasn't entirely true, but Adrian didn't know that. Because she wasn't working to merely destroy Lilith's marriage and get her acquainted with Adrian, no she was only fighting to destroy Lilith's marriage, she involved Adrian because she intended to put him in the frontline row and deceive him into taking the fall, then make Lilith believe Adrian is the real villain who destroyed her marriage, and finally in the end she could have Adrian to herself... That way she'll be killing two birds with just one stone.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.