Lisa Gardner Series Novels & Stories

Being tender and gentle had always been her usual method, as putting oneself in a vulnerable position could arouse others’ compassion and desire to protect her. “Then should I trust you?” His question made Lisa’s expression slightly stiff. Nollace put down the glass, lifted his gaze, and looked extremely calm. “I asked someone to look into you. Lisa Fraiser, you dropped out of Bassburgh Private Middle and High School because of Daisie.”

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?”

Lisa grabbed a towel and began to take her time, drying her body. "So, where did she went to? Do you think she's coming back anytime soon?" She asked, as she bent over to dry her legs with the towel. Gabriel's eyes couldn't help but landed to her cleavage. Her breasts was pouring out of her bra, though the bra was strong enough to hold it. Lisa took her time, drying her legs, knowing that Gabriel must be feeding his eyes on her breasts. Satisfied, she looked up at him and he darted his eyes away.

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.

And then, of course, she wanted to know how it would feel to have him pound into her, filling her over and over again until they were both spent and exhausted. Beyond frustrated, Lisa got out of bed and pulled on her short silky robe. If she couldn’t sleep, then she was going to work. She stomped into her office and slumped down into her chair, bringing her computer to life. The publishers wanted something new. Well, she had just the thing - a Mason-shaped serial killer.

If Nickolas ever came near her again, I’d break his jaw. No hesitation this time. The thought of anyone else touching her—breathing her air—made my blood boil. Lisa was mine. She didn’t know it yet, but she would. Soon. I opened my gallery and pulled up the latest photos the guards had sent. Shots of her cleaning, laughing with Clara, walking in the garden. She didn’t even know she was being watched. I zoomed in on one where she was bent over, plucking a flower. Her ass—round, perfect—pushed up under that damn uniform.

She left the underground world to become a legal practitioner years later but her name still rang in the racing world. It was on one of those days, Lisa and I were in her bedroom, compiling evidence against Ralph while bringing up new cases about him. Two days ago, I had sent the evidence of murder using the recordings to judge Roseline while skillfully avoiding anything that would make him bring Shadow into the case just as Brandon had wanted. He still didn't know why he had wanted to protect shadow and didn't know what shadow had told him or had done to him but they all respected his decision. Lisa typed away on her laptop while I sent her more documents. I raised my eyes to look up at her

Even if they just stop by and know enough about the place, at least they don't fall behind on gossip and stories if anyone discusses the place later. “Of course,” said Gadis, looking up. ‘And do you know how Lisa will respond?” “She won't like it, will she?" Lily guessed easily. ‘She'll be cynical towards you, she won't like your achievements, and well ... like a jealous and envious person.” Gadis laughed. ’Some of it is true and some of it is still predictable. Do you want to guess, Manda?” “No way, just listen to you. I'm too lazy to guess, there's no prize.”

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

now. Lisa tried her best to probe for more details but she refused to budge. Hayden kept his distance, staying on the other end of all their classes, near the front. Georgia found herself annoyed whenever she noticed other girls staring at him. Georgia spent most of each lesson irritably staring at the back of his head. A few times she even tried to concentrate and see if she could get inside his head. At one point he snapped his head back and flashed her an annoyed look. She knew then that she must have gotten close to something. It was weird because even though she felt and heard nothing from his mind, he obviously had experienced something that alerted him to her probes.