Lisanna Strauss Novels & Stories

said Rissa Everyone is impressed by her gorgeous look with long blackish brown hair unraveling. “Evelina Caroline from Vanth Junior High, greetings know everyone,” she greets kindly with a smile. Their classmates began to whisper something again when the two girls introduced themselves. “Larissa Klariss isn’t she the daughter of a world-renowned designer? And also Evelina Caroline who earned many awards when in Elementary and Junior High School in Science and Math competitions in a row,” said student C.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

Karis, says meanwhile Alexandra who knew it was true nods her head. "So, what's the colour of the day?" Alexandra heard Karis asks, before drifting back to her thoughts. Involuntarily biting her lower lips, she nearly lets out a small moan, but gets hold of herself in time. Slowly wondering if it was the effect of the series she had just watched. She had just finished watching an episode in Elite, it was a steamy scene. Maybe that would have fueled her desires, because she was damn horny right now, and couldn't think straight, she wasn't even listening to Ruby and Karis conversation again.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

EIGHTY-NINE Still trying to come to terms with what he had just said, her heart flipped again and she froze. Because standing before her, smiling warmly, was Lucienne Feray. Lucienne was her artistic idol. She was the French-Italian art legend whose work Isabelle had studied since she was a teenager. It seemed like a dream to Isabelle as she stared at her. She gripped Alessandro’s hand for support, an acknowledgement to show that she wasn’t dreaming. And he tightened his hold on her—an assurance that she really wasn’t. Lucienne was elegance personified in her black jumpsuit with a silk scarf at her neck, blonde hair wrapped into a bun.

The frail girl apologized as would a killer in front of the prosecution. "It's okay." She hadn't seen any pictures, and judging by the expression on the young girl's face, she wasn't sure if she should see them. Maria picked up her purchase, setting to walk back to Harry's. Pictures. They rang in her head and as hard as she fought curiosity, it got the best of her. She clicked her phone on, Jackson's name was tagged 'hottest' on the search bar and Natasha's was the second. Fear crawled under her skin like a dangerous insect, it threatened to paralyze. Still, she wiped the cold sweat that tickled with her sleeve and proceeded with the search. She clicked his name on the search bar, then she s

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Hearing this Isabella looked apprehensive, and fearful, I knew what she believed wouldn’t happen but if it was the past me, I wouldn’t have agreed with Enzo but I knew she was different now, standing still she gave a small sad smile as she spoke with hurt in her eyes, “having Irvan si young made me behave as a brat, I was reckless, childish, and I did horrible numerous things to not only Louise but to anyone I could place my influence to I would, not caring at all what it would come against me as long as what I got in the end was what I wanted, I believe loosing everything I ever believed to be important in my life is but a fraction of what I do deserve back, I will however ask of god Leonid

Lisanna fixed her clothes and clasped her hands together. “Oliver used to be her boyfriend, but that piece of shit suddenly broke up with her and went with that bitch, Krystal,” Lisanna angrily said, slamming her hands on the glass table. “And about your second question, we need to avoid them at all costs. Joana likes to give punishment if they’re not going to follow her. That’s how she plays,” she added. Cassandra placed her hand on her jaw. She needs to be on the rank. Cassandra despises people that think they’re that powerful to trample those who are inferior to them.

She did not want to overwhelm Isabel or push her too far, too fast. Ilyana's restraint was born out of a deep understanding of the need for patience and the importance of building trust. She refrained from pressing Isabel for details about her past, particularly those that might involve the reasons of what brought her to the empire. Instead, Ilyana focused on creating a safe and nurturing environment, hoping that over time, Isabel would feel secure enough to share her full story.