Lisanna Strauss Novels & Stories

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

During their conversation, Maria discovered that what truly set Isabella apart was her unwavering commitment to women's empowerment. Isabella's lingerie company was not merely a commercial venture to her. It was a celebration of the female form, a symbol of strength and confidence. Through her carefully crafted designs and empowering marketing campaigns, Isabella sought to inspire women to embrace their beauty and limitless potential. "My lingerie is more than just a piece of clothing," Isabella explained to Maria. "It's a statement of empowerment, a reminder that every woman is unique and deserves to feel fabulous in her skin."

The woman who had sung badly on Saturday mornings and argued about garden design with the groundskeeper and read two books at once and caught a beetle at one-fifteen in the morning and labelled it with a time stamp because she'd promised her son she'd seen one, and she was someone who kept her promises with specificity. Sera read it first. At six in the morning, before Lucian was up, on her phone in the east wing with the March light coming through the curtains. She read all nine thousand words. Then she set her phone down and lay still for a while. Isla had done what Isla always did when she was writing something that cost her: she had made the cost invisible and given the thing itself. Ele

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

The day Damien brought me home was a joyful day. Isabell had just sold her first wedding cake. It was a 5 layer cake, with real flowers put on top of it. It was not easy to cook a cake, because she had to take a metal pan, heat it up evenly, and pull the cake out without messing it up. It was not easy. Once she laid each layer on top of each other, she would ground sugar into powder with a bowl and growder. She'd take the powdered sugar, and sprinkles it all over the cake. She’d take strawberries from the farm and place them on the outer rims of each layer. She had Damien pick wild flowers, and she'd put them on top of the cake. It was a masterpiece.

~VALERINA~ As a child, I had always wondered why nature had been so kind to such gruesome beings—those cold-blooded creatures, who slaughtered our families and enslaved our siblings just to satisfy their hedonistic existence. But now walking behind me in a haunting silence was this golden princess, who seemed far from grisly than I had once imagined. I tried in vain to harness my straying mind, but there were still parts of me that felt wild and untamed at the thought of us being alone together. It was getting harder to ignore the ever-royally presence of the great Anastasia Romanov and her piercing golden stare that seemed to burn like a brilliant sun.

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

This body was filled with hatred for the man with dark eyes; hatred for herself and her family. When the images of suicide appeared, Ishtar screamed. She could feel the pain and emptiness of death. She could feel everything the owner of this body felt until her last breath. She crashed into a vase, staggering backwards. Her shoulders struck the bedpost as she dropped to her knees, clutching her head. Her memories and the body’s memories tore through her head like wildfire. Lillia. That was her name. She was a highborn princess, a foreigner in a strange land, a Luna, Queen to an Alpha King she never loved. Betrayed. Used. Discarded.