Lisanna Strauss Novels & Stories

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.

"Yes I am back from Switzerland, Leena and I enjoyed there, a lot. I can't tell you how lucky I am to have Viso in my life," Isabel said as she looked at the rising sun in the sky. Viso didn't come home last night and she was also lost in her thoughts regarding her father these days. She forced herself to work on Viso's suit designs the whole night but when she couldn't do it anymore She called Helena the moment her watch clicked at six am.

Ilise's smooth brow faintly furrowed. "You're sure? You're positively radiant Lena, your skin glows. And, forgive me if this is too forward, but those...curves of yours appear quite generous, and new perhaps? Considering the tightness of your gown," Ilise mentioned, eyes unabashedly sweeping over Lena's body. Lena nervously adjusted the neckline of her gown, designed by the celebrated Helga Eichmann, the finest dressmaker of Berlin. Helga had created a number of pieces customized for her at Renz's expensive behest, specifically crafted to enhance the womanly aspects of her body.

The one piece of my life that was mine, not tainted by the Romano name or the blood money that funded it. I opened the folder. The photograph was clearly a driver's license photo, poorly lit, unflattering. A young woman with dark hair pulled back, wearing oversized glasses that hid most of her face. She wasn't smiling. She looked... small. Isla Winters. Age 22. Senior at SUNY, Computer Science major. No criminal record. No social media presence. Lives at home with parents and younger sister. Computer Science. At least she was educated. At least she had a brain, even if my father seemed to think she'd never use it.