Young Lisa Bonet Novels & Stories

"Wait! Is that Troy I'm about to get lucky with?" "Can I see?" Lisa closed the tablet and handed it to her brother. While he opened it to the first page, Lisa lowered the one knee she could raise and moved the tray over her thighs. Troy turned and sat down on the bed beside Lisa. "I've seen her before, but younger and with glasses. Who is she?" Lisa knew she had never, ever shown any of her drawings of Bunny to anyone. "Nobody...I mean, she's, um, fictional, I mean, made..."

In walks a short brunette with a bob hair cut and tattoos all over her skin. I've never seen her before but Calley raises her eyebrows with happiness. "Lisa, You came!” Calley greets her. Theo shifts uncomfortably in his chair looking to the girl before us. I think I’m the only one not to know who she is, though her face is familiar and I feel as if I should know who’s he is instantly. “I can’t let Lucas be the only bread winner, can I?” Lisa asks. It’s then that I realise that she’s Lucas’s mate. I feel stupid to not have recognised her sooner.

I bet Lisa didn’t know about that. Sure enough, the sound of pottery being smashed came from above. “Who is she? How did you make contact?” I couldn’t even begin to imagine. When he said, “Velma,” I realised she had been the obvious choice. Yep, good old Mom, messing with my life again. “You don’t know her, and neither do I.” “Obviously. How old?” “Twenty-two, apparently, and a bit of a misfit.” Oh great. Just what the Crescent Moon pack wanted in a Luna. One as troubled as their Alpha. Had he gone completely nuts? I knew I had to win at all costs.

Lisa says, shoving me slightly. I chuckle looking at the guy. He winks and my cheeks warm. “He is really hot,” she whispers. I pinch her thigh. “Not happening.” “I can ask for you when he gets off.” My eyes widened. “Stop, I'm not smashing the bartender.” She smiles mischievously. “The night is still young.” I lose my jacket and the conversation hums flawlessly, Benta going on and on about how her boyfriend won't go down on her and Lisa telling her to dump him.

The second my boots touched the step, Lisa’s voice cracked through the air. “—DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA—” She cut herself off, threw her hands up, then stomped down two steps closer, jabbing a finger at my chest like she was about to stab me with it. “Ronan. Freaking. Hunter. You are LATE.” I blinked, thrown off by the sheer fire of it. “I—”

Smart girl. The Younger Sister (Lysandra): A teenage grenade in a ballgown. Eighteen, with Cassian’s storm-gray eyes but zero of his self-control. She kicked off her designer heels under the table and texted furiously, muttering, “Ugh, another blonde Stepford wife? How predictable.” Then she caught my eye and smirked. You’re not her, are you? her raised eyebrow whispered. Tell Cass I said his new toy’s got spine.

she said and brought out her little hands for an handshake Daniel and Lisa crooked their eyebrows as they stared at little nova. Lisa then bent to her level and shook her little hands. “I’m Lisa” she says smiling. Oh my goodness, not only is this girl so cute, she's full of surprises. “My uncle never told me he had a wife but I’m glad he brought you here. You’re so pretty aunty and your hair is really long” nova said “Thank you “ Lisa smiled “Can I touch your hair?” She asked “Sure,” Lisa said, smiling. She’s always loved children so much but it broke her heart a bit her mother was never able to conceive another child after she was born so she wasn’t privileged to have a younger sibling.

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“I am your Personal Assistant, and I have yet heard of this club, nor have I sent invites out to anyone, Stephen.” “Well, so you are, but you aren’t my only Pa, Lisa, you know that. Since you want to be a smart ass, then you can mail it to yourself, can’t you?” That’s how Lisa ended up at the club in her black dress, cursing the day she met Stephen Biscotti at Yale University.

Lisa gushed out as I walked out, excitement dripping off her. "I don't even need to ask then" I chuckled, giving her a twirl. It is a red short dress that stops above my knees with bows all around it, it has net sleeves that expose my skin and collarbone in ways that I know would cause problems for Jace while Lisa has a black burgundy dress on that flower to the ground with a slot on the left that stopped right below her middle thigh. It worked its magic perfectly, highlighting her beautiful baby bump yet keeping things sexy and classy. "You really don't, you look fabulous" she exclaimed.