Lisa Gardner Novels Novels & Stories

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

Her behaviour was killing me inside. ***************** Lisa's POV The moonlit garden, once a serene escape, now felt like a suffocating trap. Shadows danced across the walls, like dark spectres mocking my fragile existence. I couldn't believe Damian knew about James. How did he uncover the secrets I'd desperately buried? What did James want? That was a long time ago... I thought I'd escaped him, left the toxic relationship's crippling fear and possessive grip behind. Memories flooded my mind, a bittersweet mix of sweet beginnings and bitter endings.

“I will read everything they write about my father until he is free. I do not get to be squeamish about my own name.” Camille set the bagels down without argument. “And Ethan?” she asked carefully. Lisa looked at the drawer, as if a thin layer of wood could keep him away from her. “Ethan has a mother, a family name, and a very convenient silence.” The photograph made it look as though something still existed between them. In a way, maybe that was worse. There was something. A ruin. A bruise. A love that had not died cleanly enough to stop hurting. The Columbia hallway smelled of old radiator heat and coffee. Lisa walked through it with the quiet poise of a woman crossing a courtroom. She had

Atlas's POV I had been looking for Lisa all morning. I knocked on her door once, twice, and then a third time, but there was no answer. For a moment, I wondered if she’d managed to sneak out of the pack house—which would be bold even for someone like her—but then I spotted Calla walking past with a basket of clean linens. “Where’s Lisa?” I asked, stepping into her path. Calla blinked at me as if I had just asked for her entire life story. “She’s at the garden,” she said, adjusting the basket on her hip. “Why? You planning to start a garden war with her too?”

Grayson said, placing all her hopes on Lalisa. “Alright.” Lalisa nodded, her lips pressed tightly together. She bent down to examine the icy wristwatch in her hand, pretending to search through the rows of English letters and numbers. “These English letters are probably representing the authors of the books, and the letters can correspond to the book titles.” In the vast study filled with many books, Mrs. Grayson was eager, following Lalisa and asking, “And then?”

"If that's true, Jasper is in even greater danger. Liana's return—under a new identity, working alongside Justin no less—means she's playing the long game. She's probably back for revenge. "When the Gardners fell from grace, her reputation was shredded, and the public despised her. It's likely she's here to settle the score, not just with Jasper but maybe with you too, Lyse." Alyssa scoffed, leaning back on the couch with a calm demeanor. She rested her arm on the armrest, crossed her legs, and tilted her chin upward. Her eyes gleamed with a sharp, daring light. "She'd better hurry up, then. I really can't wait."

As for Lisa, it was a good thing that she was fond of reading books which included medicinal books that helped her discern the herbs she had bought that totally looked like a bunch of grasses in Naomi's eyes. Although Naomi was similar to Lisa's fondness over reading books, most of the books she have read were novels of different genres and since she was from a different world, there were a lot of things that were different from each other in the place she was currently in and with the place she came from.

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

Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage. I spent those months in a small, weathered cottage on the edge of a different coast—one where the sand was grey and the air tasted of salt and honest decay. Toby was there, always a few feet away, a steady presence that didn’t demand I be “Lisa” again. He understood that Lisa had died in the mountains, and whatever had crawled out of that plum silk dress at the gala was something new, something fragile and sharp. Today was the final day. The sentencing.

Larisa stopped as soon as she saw another Clyborne—Gavin Clyborne, the keen one among them. "Somewhere," he replied. But then, those eyes were not at him anymore. He was now staring at Larisa behind him. She didn't even fear those eyes and let her cross those gazes at her. He looks so clean like Gabe. Maybe Estevan is the only jerk among them. She knew that Gavin Clyborne was trying to read her now like a book. Candice was right, he's the keen one. "New face, who's she?" Gavin asked as his eyes remained at her.