Lisey's Story Book Review Novels & Stories

“I… don’t know. She was always so private about her stuff. Even when I asked to borrow her notes, she would rather send them than give me access to her screen.” Lily sighed. “Nothing at all? Maybe a hint? A nickname, a favorite number? A pet's name?” “She didn’t have pets. But…” Cassidy bit her lip. “She was weirdly obsessed with that old book series… you know, the one about the warrior wolves? Moonshade Pack Chronicles, I think?” Lily perked up. “Yeah! She used to talk about it all the time.” “Sorry I can’t help more.” “No—it’s okay,” Lily said, her smile fading. “Thanks for trying.”

My story draft — my story is in her hands, bent and creased at the edges like a used tissue. “Elise,” I say, stepping in, calm but cold. “That’s private.” She smirks. “Relax. It was lying right there on the desk. And trust me, it's not like it’s worth stealing. I’ve read better plots on cereal boxes.” I raise a brow, walking toward her slowly. “Strange. You read it long enough to criticize every detail, yet you're still sitting there flipping through it like it’s a page-turner.” Her smile falters just a little.

It felt like progress, like actively doing something instead of just reacting to problems. At the library, Isabella checked out every book Dr. Chen had recommended. Stories about single mothers and daughters. Books showing different family structures. Age-appropriate stories about dealing with big feelings. That evening, she read one to Lily before bed. It was about a little bear being raised by just her mama bear, finding joy and adventure despite missing her papa bear. "Is that like us?" Lily asked when Isabella finished. "A little bit. We're our own kind of family. Just you and me and all the people who love us."

Lilly Two days after the attempted kidnapping I’m sitting up and bed with Neil and Dez by my side. I know someone from the club is here but Dez won’t let him in. I don’t want the club near me. All three of my doctors are here. “ Alright give it to me,” I say to them. “ We have some good and bad news. Which one do you want?” asks Ryans. I’m getting really good at telling voices apart. “ Let’s get the bad news first today,” I say reaching for Neil’s hand. I get the feeling I’m going to need it. “ Lilly, all your tests are in. I am afraid the damage to your eyes is permanent.” my optometrist Dr. Rodgers says. It's easy to pick her out. She is the only woman out of my doctors. “ So, I’ll never b

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. Just then, Isabel walked out of the door, a hesitant smile on her face. I had been angry with her, and my countenance changed as I saw her. My eyes widened as I saw her shed tears and run towards me. It was truly a fabulous reunion between my sisters and I. I could only imagine not being without them in a single day. I studied Isabel's face, my anger and disappointment aroused. I wasn't ready to talk to her yet, not until I had processed my emotions. My hand remained outstretched, a silent command for her to stop.

He inquired anxiously. Lisa took a deep breath before she could talk. She took a moment thinking her words correctly watching outside the window as they drove inside a big dark forest. She thought " such a perfect place to kidnap and kill someone." "Well remember that night you left me alone in the club?" She paused. " Yeah , what happened? " His body tensed his hand griping harder on the steering wheel. Something about Lisa words troubled him. "Well I kinda of got into places I shouldn't be. I heard something I shouldn't. And now Diana tried to kill me and then Don. He kidnapped and promised to take away my life. I don't even know who trust right now." She added a lump building in her throa

“I am the king. What I want becomes law. The council will bend… or they will disappear.” He continued feeding me slowly, piece by piece, while asking quiet, genuine questions about my life — my family, my hidden fears, the erotic novels I secretly read at night. Each gentle question made something warm and terrifying bloom deeper in my chest. When the plate was finally empty, he set it aside and pulled me down with him once more. He wrapped his massive body around mine protectively, one large hand resting possessively over my lower belly, as if already imagining it swelling with his child.

Chapter 18: Little Liar Lizzie I hadn’t even registered the second step he took. One heartbeat the space between us was still alive, the next it had collapsed. Reese moved like a storm front and suddenly his fingers were knotted in my hair, tugging my head back with exactly enough force to remind me who held the reins. “What’s your game, Elizabeth?” His voice came out low and ragged, each word riding a fast, uneven breath. “What’s the grand fucking plan? Why do you love pushing me until I crack? Why do you get me hard and leave me hanging? Hmm?”

Lis clenched her fists nervously, but not like before; there was a hint of curiosity, which intrigued me. “You shouldn't leave your notebook lying around if you don't want people to read your erotic novel, young lady.” I smiled, running my tongue over my lips. Lis followed the movements, holding her breath. I enjoyed the reactions I provoked in her without even touching her. Leaning closer, I pulled her by the nape of her neck. “After the sensations were awakened in your character, why didn't she explore the desires and impulses she felt?” “Because...” Elisabeth bit her lips, a habit she had when nervous or embarrassed. “Well, sir...The protagonist still doesn't know what to expect from the

Fenris leaned in closely as Lillia casually shuffled through a small pile of books, long after her maidens had left for the night. The faint scent of mint and lavender lingered in the air. “We could equally continue ‘The Art of War’.” Lillia chuckled quietly, “it’s not a bad book.” “Yes, but that’s because it’s a terrible book.” Fenris released a strained sigh, getting frustrated just by mentioning it. Lillia laughed. “But it has helped us learn a lot, and even helped the investigation. I am beginning to think I should read more books like that instead of fantasies.”