Lisey's Story Book Review Novels & Stories

she continues with a hint of annoyance, and the young women, both mousy blondes with bright green eyes–maybe sisters, possibly twins–whip around and move to the door so swiftly they stumble over each other on their way out, slamming the door behind them, and leaving the fabric behind. Lis sighs heavily, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You didn’t. You saved me, honestly. They’re beautiful girls but pea-brained, just like their mother.” I clamp my lips together at the insult, especially from someone as innocent looking as Lis. She’s not innocent, I realize for maybe the second or third time. Lis is kind of mean. I like that about her. She reminds me of Maeve. Lis is the queen

"I'd do anything for you." Larissa kicked off her shoes. She wore the bunny slippers and took a few steps. She then kicked off the pair of slippers and lay on the couch. After she tucked herself in the small blanket, she picked up a novel. It was a queer novel. That was her favorite genre! Ambrose knew her too well! Ambrose saw the explicit cover of the book featuring two men. His lips twitched. Soon, his handsome face had a gloomy expression. Snatching the book from Larrisa's hand, Ambrose declared, "I'm confiscating this one!"

Mina looked at her a little moved. Hearing what she said, Lisa finally showed a satisfied look on her face, then took another copy of "One Hundred Benefits of Not Being Loved" into her hand, and then she patted her hand. satisfied hand. "Let's go, go check." Even if she doesn't love for the rest of her life, it's better than being deceived by some scum and dying of resentment. After leaving the bookstore, Mina happily followed behind Lisa with a stack of heavy books.

He stepped back frowning. Before him stood the Fate Girl. Lisa. He asked what she was doing. Why she was there, in his rooms. But she just smiled at him. She moved nearer and all he could smell was the same intoxicating scent of Elynn. Suddenly he was on her, his mouth on hers, is tongue exploring hers. He felt the need rising in him. He grasped her tightly in his arms, still kissing her but she pushed him back gently. He hesitated watching her as she slowly undid her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was beautiful. Beautiful in her nakedness. He stared at her body and she smiled, waiting, letting him soak her in. Then she stepped forward towards him and he picked her up, carefully und

Lisa's POV I slammed the heavy book shut, my fingers tingling from the weight of flipping through so many pages. My eyes burned, not just from staring at ink for too long, but from the fire of triumph rushing through me. I had done it. I had read all of them—the very same books Enzo had marked, the ones he had teased me about, the ones he said would never hold my interest for long. Every word was carved into my mind like scratches on stone.

I forced myself to stay calm, put on an eager expression, and asked again, "So you're deciding I'm the heiress based on just this?" The hesitation on my face made their expressions sharpen. "Silly girl," Orson said. "You came here to claim your family, and you have all the traits of our daughter. Why ask questions like that?" I nearly frowned. Their answers were still vague and evasive. I was about to press further when Gillian suddenly wiped at her eyes. "It has to be you," she said softly. "Who else could it be? Let us take you home right now. We want to make up for the decades you suffered without us."

Like I'm reading diary entries to strangers. When I arrive at Lisette's apartment, there are six women waiting. They're sitting on her couches with wine and snacks. They're holding copies of my book with bookmarks sticking out where they've highlighted passages. They've done the work of reading. They've prepared. "Ladies," Lisette says. "This is Nadia. She wrote the book we're about to discuss." Nobody makes it weird. Nobody gushes or acts starstruck. They just nod like they're meeting a friend of a friend at a dinner party. Like we're about to talk about something that matters but not something that requires performance.

Lise growled out. For the first time, I saw Brittany a little uncertain. She looked at me, but I gave no response and simply watched what was about to unfold. Leaning on the table across from Brittany, Lise bends down so they are almost nose to nose, “Not so cocky now,” Lise observed. “The Alpha will not let you hurt me. You are a passing whim. I have been here longer and mean more to him than you ever will,” Brittany said.

Is the girl always beside Sophie an impostor? I was wide awake then after reading the headline. I opened the link. The post had gone up on the university's message board at three that morning. [Does everyone remember Eve? The girl who follows Sophie everywhere and even made her bed on the first day of the semester?] [You thought she was just Sophie's roommate? How naive.] [Her father is actually a servant for the Lane family whose job is to serve them.] [So, she really is the Lane family's pet. Mystery solved.]

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.