Novel & Cerita Lisanna Strauss

Lydia stood in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She knew the figure gazing back at her was herself, but she felt conflicted about believing it. The long, sleeveless silver dress she wore sparkled with diamonds, and her tiny arms gleamed as if she had polished them all day to impress. The dress gracefully covered her neck, with the fabric draping down her bare back, adding to her elegance.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

She paused, then asked cautiously, "But are you really okay with giving your husband up to another woman? Aren't you sad?" Janice said gently, "I'm doing everything for Wayne and the Brown family's sake. "If this would win Larissa over, making her serve the Brown family willingly, it would be okay for me to make a sacrifice." Janice lowered her head to hide the wicked look on her face. Ever since Wayne had seen Larissa at the party, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He had secretly inquired about Larissa. Larissa was a member of royalty from Sisilia Island, as well as the chairwoman of a global conglomerate. She even had the 5G chip technology.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

“Who was she screaming about? It sounded like she was–she was begging for the life of a child.” “That’s also what I heard.” Isla smooths her hair away from her face in the mirror over the dresser, her blue eyes several shades darker than usual. Her bright, clear skin is tinged with gray, and her undereyes are dark with stress and fatigue. “She sounded like she was being tortured and then–” Isla’s mouth snaps shut, her brow furrowing. “What is it?” “Did Isaac every tell you about the woman from Eastonia who died in the throne room?”

she exclaimed with a fake smile. "Wow, Laura Franklin, I've long admired your work. It's an honor to finally meet you in person." Laura Franklin, the renowned American designer, looked up from her work, slightly taken aback. "Ah, thank you...and you are?" she asked with a warm smile. "I'm Estelle," she replied, her eyes locked on Laura's. "I've heard your schedule is always packed, so this is a lovely surprise." Isabel and Bennett exchanged a cautious glance, as they observed the sudden encounter. They seemed to be waiting for Estelle's next move since she was always unpredictable.

Every space available on these shelves in occupied by a book. Santiago clears his throat, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I like to document meetings to have a paper trail. Please repeat your name and identity for the record.” “My name is Isabella Costa. Luna of Crimson Claw. Alpha of Caladrius Moon.” Santiago took my card out of his pocket that I left with him the other night. He played with it in his hand, sliding the cardstock between his fingers. He’s been carrying it around in his pocket, I’m surprised he didn’t leave it at the hotel or throw it away. Odd.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

I went down as well but stood a bit far off away from them. The Whites walked in, Mr. Brian Whites who is my father’s friend and also shares a deep friendship with my real father held his hands wife as they both smiled. His wife, Mrs. Sasha Whites, was one of the biggest fashion models in her prime before she fell off due to being married, her beauty did pass on greatly to her daughter, Selma. Selma as I have understood was Abigail’s ex, I haven’t known why they broken up but it seems to have been something really bad because of the way Abigail brushes off any topic brought up by his mother regarding her.