Lisa Gardner Novels Novels & Stories

Of course, Ace would find a way to keep her bound, even when he wasn’t saying it to her face. She offered the guard a small, defeated smile. “I see. Well, thanks for letting me know.” With a sigh, Lisa turned away from the gate and headed toward the garden instead. It wasn’t freedom, but it would have to do. The path was lined with dim, flickering lights that cast long shadows over the ground, and the scent of roses filled the air, mingling with the cool breeze. It was peaceful here, or at least it should have been. But no matter how hard she tried, Lisa couldn’t shake the restlessness clawing at her. She found a stone bench near the fountain and sank down onto it, her shoulders slumping as

"After that last trigger and our visit to the hospital, we stayed without having any relapse for two years. I buried everything in the past. It still hurts me whenever I think about that poor girl Katherine but as a mother, I was weak in loving my child and covering her fault. I knew the day Lisa would be discovered, you'll take her away from me and I'll never get to see her again. That fear of not having to set eyes on my daughter again was worse than death itself for me. So I kept shut. "Two months ago. I discovered Lisa talking to herself again. I understand the pattern now. She only did this when she was emotionally down and had done something very bad. Just like in the case of her fathe

"Finally spit it out, what are we supposed to do here?" She ignored him, just clasped her hands on the table and looked at me. “Yesterday I got a call from the guild in Potsdam. A few days ago three proles were caught there and must be brought to Historia. " Historia was a research laboratory devoted solely to researching the proles. "What kind of proles?" I wanted to know. "Three Iuba." "Iuba?" Reese frowned. "What does Historia want with three Iubas?"

In the Eye of the Storm Lisa sat motionless in their bedroom, still wearing clothes stained with the blood of the men she'd killed, while Luna Rose nursed peacefully in her arms. The contrast was stark—her daughter's innocent contentment against her mother's thousand-yard stare, the gentle domesticity of feeding time overlaid with the scent of violence that still clung to Lisa's skin and hair.

Andros’s funeral followed, distinct in its intensity. The pain among the mourners was raw, and the air seemed charged with unresolved words and fractured memories. Analina wore the same black sundress, her face pale but resolute. She carried in her pocket the letter he had written—a testament to their tangled love and the burdens they bore. The minister spoke of forgiveness, of the ways love can falter, and of the hope that healing might come in time. Santos stood beside Analina, offering silent support as she listened, tears slipping down her cheeks. During the reading of Andros’s final message, there was a hush. His blessing, given despite the pain, settled over the group—a bittersweet gif

A woman in Japan, who had survived a surveillance state, who had started a garden to heal. Your words helped me plant, she wrote. Not flowers — hope. I wrote back: Hope is a seed. It needs soil. You've given it that. --- Celeste — my sister — published her fifth novel. A love story, set in a garden, about two women who meet late in life and learn that it's never too late to stay. It was her most successful book yet, reaching readers who had never heard of Oracle or the letters or the women who had changed everything.

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

Scarlett said in tears. Lisa sighed and stroked her hair. "Everything will be alright" . ***** Lisa came out late at night, she wore a pink nightgown and a black robe to cover up from the chills in the air. She walked to the garden and inhaled the cold air. "Why is it so cold today?" She rubbed the arms of her robe, the guilt was eating her up. She knew that talking could get her killed but wasn't it the right thing to do. Lisa sat down on the bench and folded her legs on it, her mind was drifting to many things, maybe she was never really in love with Xavier, obviously it was just lust. How could she stupidly confuse lust with love?.

**This is Book 4 of the Guardians Next Generation series and Book 8 of the overall Guardian series. References will be made to events in other books and may not be fully explained in this novel. My phone rings unusually early in the morning. “Hello.” “Hey, Leana. Want to go on a road trip to Araphyra with me?” Lily, my best friend for my entire life, asks through the phone.

She said which convinced me that she didn’t really hear me when I said it initially. “Yes,” I said angrily. “And I think… I think it might be Adrian’s, but I’m not sure. She’s hiding something.” A pause. “So Lisa survived with the held of Adrian’s twin, built her life again, became The Silver Veil, and now she’s happily pregnant while living with Brian?” the woman asked. “Yes!” I yelled. “Everyone loves her. Everyone is praising her stupid designs. And now she has Brian too. While I’m drowning in hate comments!”