Lisa Gardner Novels Novels & Stories

“The moment I decided to love you, I made a conscious decision to always put your kids first. I don’t even want to think what losing Lisa could do to do,” My heart melted at his words but I still needed to know what Erin was looking for. From the photos of earlier, it was plain he’s been following me everywhere. “Are any of the kids home?” I asked. Erin shook his head. “Lisa took them out to clear her head. She’s still shaken from what happened,” “Mhmmm. As she should. She’s a lawyer just like you, not a gangster like you,” I replied, hoping to get a reaction out of Erin but ended up empty.

"The original owner, Blaire Gardens, was a witch. She chose to take her own life. She claimed something had been haunting her for years—something she could no longer endure." The woman inhaled sharply before turning back to face me. "Here you go," she said, lifting a worn, aged book from the desk and holding it out toward me. "This is what you came for, right? Please… just let him go." I didn’t reach for the book. Instead, I used my power to lift it into the air, its pages flipping open on their own. My eyes scanned the text, ensuring it was what I needed. "Yes. It is," I confirmed, finally grabbing the book and securing it inside my bag.

We walked out of Lorenzo's manor, slowly I walked to my car which was pulled up for us but my baby girl stopped us, “I know where we can be alone,” I gave a look, but she smiled, “I used to be with Lorenzo, remember?” She pulled from me walking down a path which Jeremiah and I followed. Soon we got to a closed garden which Lisa typed in a password opening the door. She stepped in and moved to the side, motioning for us to come in, slowly I walked in followed by Jeremiah. Lisa closed the door, slowly she approached us and Jeremiah was quick to stand in front of me to say, “Lisa you're not thinking straight,”

Morning came not a moment too soon in lisa’s opinion. She wolfed down her breakfast and could barely wait to be out of the room. It felt filled with the memories of last nights dreams. Filled with the nightmare of her old life that still clung around her like a bad odour. “Are you ready?” Mira asked as she pulled her cloak on. “Never been more so.” lisa said. She wanted to get to the gardens. She wanted to feel fresh air and remind herself that she was far far away from that school and in a completely different world from the one where Matt and Bianca existed.

The strangers ran busily through the garden and killed everything that had four legs. I didn't see much through the blurry look in my eyes. Just the blood. All over. And Louis, who no longer screamed and cried. He was now lying on our lawn with a fixed look. Happy Birthday, Grace.

What then is its purpose, Its source; In fact, its origin and destiny? The findings of a secret and careful searching are kept in a journal by Linda and found by her sister, Jeniffer, at a time when she's near death. But Jeniffer has to read the book carefully to find the missing link of an evil mission that must be terminated to salvage Linda's health. ☔☔☔📒 The Wicked Gold Ring is here... Enjoy! Rate 5🌟s! Review! For queries, inbox @faodhi@gmail.com 🌞🎉💍💫🎊🥰

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

He got an easy job as his first mission. In the letter, it was written that Joseph had to guide the soul of a dead person to the stairs of heaven. The human who died was a social worker who had spent her entire life looking after the street children. Her name was Lilac. She had provided those children with a home, food, and education. In the letter, it was also written that the soul would be found in the forest of the gods. Joseph was getting excited to complete his first mission. So, he got up from the bed and freshened up. After getting dressed in a white tee and white pants, he was about to go and eat breakfast when he remembered the bracelet.

I explained, "There are a few people in the office who have lines at the bottom of their eyes. I was wondering if it was a parasite." Suddenly, she gasped like she'd just been struck by lightning. "What?! Lines? Are they light gray or black?" She leaned in to look at my eyes more closely. I replied, "Light gray. Why?" "Soul-Binding Vines!" Tracie said slowly, the strange term rolling off her tongue. "Soul-Binding Vines? What is that?" I asked, confused. Tracie glanced toward the door and bit her lip. "Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses."