Lisanna Strauss Novels & Stories

Or did she just really want him so badly? That night, Gabe Clyborne owned Annalise Leonila or should we say…Larisa Valestine. She made another mistake.

Fortuna was and how he knew her. (A low-level tech who had worked for the military at the Antarctic base contacted Isabel. Privacy and female companionship were both at a premium and the tech could not afford the rental of Dr. Fortuna's pussy, so he planted cameras and built files with compromising pictures instead. One really needs to make friends in low places. Isabel thought the file might come in handy. After working the price down Isabel purchased pictures and a few video files. Dr. Fortuna was a tall, blonde busty Scandinavian woman who charged a premium to upgrade her lifestyle and liked to get oral sex from her subscribers. Jorge paid extra for an extra disgusting service every 10 da

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

“Magis, this is my new ladies maid and your mate I’m assuming, Issanna. Issanna, this is King Magis from the Werewolf Kingdom and his Beta, Dux.” “I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting, Your Highnesses!” Issanna said as she bowed low while holding onto the new wheelchair that I didn’t like to use. Issanna was small for an eighteen year old dragoness, but she was quick and strong. She had bright blue hair and eyes, her skin was a pale pink. She stood about five foot five and was wearing the new gown I had gifted to her yesterday when I asked her to be my new Lady in waiting.

No lupus garou but her would be Caleb’s mate. The smell of Ragnar pelted Diana before she caught sight of him. Turning, she found he’d sneaked up behind her, sniffing. She was sure he tried to see if Caleb was still keeping her well satisfied. She snarled at Ragnar. He shoved his way between her and Vernetta, his black fur standing on end, his neck just as thick as she’d remembered it, his body hefty and deadly.

"Okay, Linda. Let him in." As on the cue, my office door opened. Mr. Sy entered and approached my direction with a smirk on his face. "You don't tell me that your girl is a low class. What a slap to my daughter’s face. Clark Clarkson chose a low-profile girl than my unica hija who has it all." "Be mindful of your words, Mr. Sy. The one who you are talking about is my life," I countered and gritted my teeth.

Then she saw a beautiful lady and a good-looking man chatting at the end of the stairs. She greeted them. "Good evening!" Then she bowed. "Hi there gorgeous, I'm Dean's mother, Aurora Yang." She pulled her to embrace. "And I'm his father, Sean." he smiled. 'Ho ho ho she's a beauty, like father like son!' "I'm Isabella Chen, it's nice to meet you."She bowed. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, please accept my humble gift." She gave them each a bag of supplements that was kept in the guest room when they were training. 'Thank God I brought enough, I still have some in the car and in space.'

“Who would want me dead badly enough to sabotage an international summit? Twice?” “Someone afraid of you,” he replied. I could only think of one person with the motive to get rid of me. Only one who would benefit from me disappearing, whose eyes lingered on me with a hatred sharp enough to skin bone. Bethelina. Isaak’s flawless, calculating, beautifully venomous acting Luna. A woman with ambition carved into her bones. She controlled public perception with silk smiles and cold eyes and she would rather burn the world than let someone threaten her position at Isaak’s side.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

Dear Wise Grandma, My name is Princess Anatonia of Astora, daughter of King Albus and Queen Amera. I snuck out of the castle last night at 12 hoping to come here to a land different than my own. While we were on the ship Raven(one of the maids I brought with me) said she knew why maybe my parents wanted me not to go off the island, but to make sure she said we needed to visit you. On our way to your hut Raven, Bella(another maid I brought with me), Tony, and Leo(both knights in training) got captured by people we don’t know. Right now I am all alone sitting in tree writing to you. I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appe