Lisey's Story Novels & Stories

I say. “Yeah. It’s weird. Familiar. But also safe.” She looks up. “I don’t know what the future holds, after the baby, but I know I’ll make the best choices for myself.” Then she reaches into her bag. Pulls out a small USB drive. “You know what this is,” she says. “I haven’t watched it. I couldn’t. Not alone.” Jayden and I both sit up straighter. It’s the USB from Lance. “I want to move forward. I want to be okay,” Lisa says. “But I don’t think I can if I don’t watch this.”

"Lise must've forgotten! It's not like she meant to keep us in the dark!" "Lise would never do that! Cecilia, stop going after her! You accused her of spreading rumors and had her locked up for days! You need to let her go!" Edgar jumped in. Silas' menacing glare and Edgar's icy stare cut right through me. That was when I realized they weren't here for themselves—they were here to beg for Lisette. The day I brought my legal team in to file a police report, they'd already caught the person spreading the rumors. It was Lisette.

She said with a troubled expression on her face. "And don't you think that it is time to tell me those reasons, because I want to know too and I couldn't let a person get killed just because she is a witch. I couldn't let that happen." The young girl looked at Eleanor with her clear gray eyes and nodded before putting forward her hand while saying, "My name is Lise, Lise Grey. Like they say, I am a witch but a good one. Even if I happen to often do some mischief, it is not that bad. I am happy to meet a new friend."

I realized that I had taken her for granted, that I had assumed she would always be there. The thought sent a wave of panic through me. I had to make things right, had to convince Jayla that I still loved her. Maybe this whole charade with Kisha was a mistake. What was I thinking mann?! I let my cheating nature ruin the family I have built for years? Hell nah, I have to make things right. But it seems like it's too late. **Jayla's POV** I woke up to the most surreal experience. I was in a huge room on a luxurious island, surrounded by opulent furnishings. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. But when I opened them again, it was all still there.

Oil stabilized—but trust didn’t. Governments panicked. And the top families… Turned on each other. ⸻ Lisa sat alone now. The room dark. Screens glowing. Frame by frame. Face by face. Until— She stopped. “There…” she whispered. Zooming in. Enhancing. A partial profile. A glimpse. Not enough for most. But enough for her. Her eyes narrowed. “I see you…” Her voice dropped to a deadly calm. “And when I find you…” A pause. “…I won’t make it quick.”

Kalil said. “If he figures out my password he’ll have my whole schedule, my contacts, my email, everything.” Maybe she really wasn’t mad about Jasmine. “He’ll never figure it out. What else was in your bag?” Kalil asked. “My wallet, my headphones, clothes, shoes…” She took a deep breath as if trying to think of what else could have been in her bag. Kalil pulled her to him and sat her on his lap and she buried her face into his neck. “We’ll get you another phone.”

It was the first time she heard the sweet shy Astrid be so full of rage. "So that's the problem... I see." Lysa says as she stops pulling Astrid. Instead, she sits down next to her. "I lost a child too... A while ago. Everything was going perfectly. I was doing everything they said. And one day... I just woke u in a pool of blood. I was peacefully sleeping while my baby died." "I don't need your pity. We are not in the same situation at all." Astrid snaps at her, but it doesn't seem to affect Lysa.

she explained with her teary eyes. "I'll accompany you," Gabe said and gave her a small smile. He helped her to go to the next room where Noah stays. "I'll be here at the door," Gabe uttered and allowed her to have some privacy with Noah. "Why are you here?" Noah asked and prevented her eyes. He couldn't bear to eye her after what he did. His conscience and guilt were killing him inside. Larisa remained silent as she sat on the chair beside his bed. "When I accepted the mission, I was determined to help them erase the Clyborne…until I saw how beautiful people they are," she smirked bitterly. "You've seen it, don't you?"

His jaw worked, like the response didn’t fit comfortably. “If she doesn’t fry you immediately,” he said, “avoid her nets. She’ll be sniffing for where the leash snapped. And people like you don’t stay anonymous long.” “That’s the idea,” Lys said. “I’m tired of being a weapon with a serial number.” She swung her legs into the hatch. The ladder rungs were slick with condensation. Her left foot misjudged the second, slipped. Her stomach lurched; metal scraped her shin. She caught the rung below with her boot at the last instant, hands clamping hard enough that her shoulders screamed.

The moment I looked up, there was Casen, escorting a pregnant woman into the next room with the most tender look on his face. The woman with a bump was Charlie Lisbon, a close friend Casen grew up with. The best part was that Charlie had always been in love with Casen. As if possessed, I followed them. In the treatment room, the doctor told Casen with a grin, “The baby is due next week. As parents, you can start putting together the baby’s essentials.” Casen turned to Charlie, his expression softening in a way I hadn’t seen before. “You’ve done so well.: