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.

Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

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.

"Alpha Cole means exactly what he says, if your loyalty depends on money, then perhaps this palace isn't the right place for you." The workers stared in disbelief. "Loyalty?" One young maid couldn't hold herself back. "We remained here because we loved Alpha Oliver, we served him because he respected us, he knew every servant by name, he never treated us like this." The hall became painfully quiet as her words rang painfully in their ears. Cole slowly looked toward her. "What is your name?" "Anna." She replied with trembling lips. "Anna." He nodded. "You are dismissed." The young maid blinked. "What?"

While enjoying my ice cream, I opened my iPad and surfed the internet, trying to find out who Elka really was. When I typed Elka's name, many sites brought up news about her and some even showed her and Noah together. Elka Lucia Linstorm is an heiress to a world-famous white gold jewelry company. She herself is a jewelry designer for the Linstorm Jewelry company and has often received awards and won jewelry design competitions. Her story with Noah was not highlighted much, only a small part stating that she was dating a brilliant young lawyer and had been together since their high school days.

“Clean clothes. You stink of iron and fear. It offends the pack.” “Then maybe the pack should keep its nose out of my business.” She lifts an eyebrow. “Your business is the pack now.” “Not by my choice.” “Nor theirs.” She sighs, like she’s bored already. “I am Lira. Beta. I run this house so Damian doesn’t have to think about details like what you eat or whether you remember to bathe.” I hate how calm her voice is. How utterly unafraid. “Tell him I don’t plan to be here long enough to stain the sheets.”

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”