Novel & Cerita Lisanna Strauss

"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.

“And you stole his favorite bedtime book. So what did you learn from the human-concocted ‘werewolf legend’?” She flipped through the book, scanning several pages, and then gave a ladylike snort. “A human wrote it.” Caleb raised a brow. “What did it say?” “Why should you care? You already said humans don't have a clue.” “You’re right. So what did it say?” She cast him an annoyed look. “A Scandinavian white wolf was the first lupus garou.” Caleb laughed out loud. Diana threw the book into the backseat. “I told you it was a bunch of nonsense.” She glanced back at the vehicle following them. “Can you lose the SUV?”

“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.

"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.

“How long has this been in your possession?” “Uhm I just found them today in Anita's room.” He brings one to my face. “Do you know who this “C” is?” I nod. “That's Calistra.” “Who?” “Calistra, the she-wolf that's deceiving Lucien with a child that's not his. I told you about her recently.” “Oh the weird looking one that accused you wrongly back in Winterwood.” “Exactly.” “How come she's in cahoots with Anita?”