Lisa Gardner Series Novels & Stories

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?.

Lisa cried her eyes out the day Miller died, she cried because Miller was her boyfriend at the tiime, and had been planning to get married, in fact they were going to tie the knot the following month. Ever since, she has been waiting patiently for the day she would get her pound of flesh. When no one spoke, Rodriguez ended the meeting, and they all dispersed. As they walked out of the room, Rodriguez told Lisa to come and see him the following day. Lisa was his right-hand person, something like a personal assistant, but she definitely does more than what a personal assistant does. She was the smartest member of the gang, very key when it comes to strategizing and planning logistics and escap

*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.

Every word carefully chosen, every emotion precisely calibrated to paint himself as the misunderstood nice guy rather than the obsessive stalker she knew he was. And she couldn't prove otherwise. Not yet. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, opening the folder again even though she'd memorized every detail. Lauren Gardener's case wasn't the first stalking situation she'd handled. Wouldn't be the last. But something about this one made her skin crawl in a way that went beyond professional concern. Maybe it was the progression. Maybe it was the dead bird. Maybe it was the look in Liam Carr's eyes when he'd talked about Lauren, that blend of possession and rage barely masked by his performanc

Adrian turned his head and said to Mya, “Why is this woman’s last name Gardner? Look into this Nadine.” Mya was already investigating it on her laptop. After a while, she said, “Sir, just as you thought, Nadine Gardner is a member of the Gardner family. Her uncle is Chase Gardner from Novemton.” Adrian laughed. Hence, the development of the situation was just as he had expected. Kayn losing his legs was not a coincidence, after all, but someone made it happen on purpose. On the other hand, could the perpetrator actually be Chase? And what was his goal?

Lester said and took a long swig from his glass. “Wait! My brothers!” Jacobs exclaimed. “What about them?” Lester asked. “Bobby is an ADA in Phoenix and Gerald is a detective on the Phoenix PD. If we can arrange for Marty to get busted in Phoenix, I’m sure they can take care of Marty without involving Joe. Hell, they love Joe just as much as I do.”

Lisa had caught Clara stealing some food at the celebration and decided to strike a deal with her rather than report her for stealing. Lisa had bargained with Clara to testify against Evelyn when the time came and had offered to reward her handsomely. Lisa hurried into her room, grabbed a heavy metal object, and swiftly returned to the living room where Clara was waiting. Suddenly, she raised the metal and struck Clara on the head. Clara let out a piercing scream and collapsed lifelessly on the floor. Lisa transformed into Missy, then moved Clara's lifeless body to the backyard where she had prepared a grave. With a swift motion, she rolled Clara into the grave and efficiently covered it up.

Before the sun had even crested the peaks of the Vale Hills, Lisa slipped away to a hidden tavern on the edge of the neutral territories. She carried a heavy satchel containing every scent-trail and record we had on Mark Whittaker. She was there to meet a rogue tracker named Zavier. He was the younger cousin of Xenophon, the lead smear-artist who had first tried to blackmail us.

“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

The water that dripped under her hoodie turned to acid, drying out the grasses she walked through. In the subterranean chamber, Lisa, the three-eyed monster wife rubbed her hands together as she paced, sweat forming dark circles under her arm, and ominous thoughts writhed in the back of her mind. She paused, bit her lip, and looked toward the entrance when she noticed Sage's presence. "You already murdered Lia?" Lisa asked. "No, not yet," Sage replied as she walked in while drying herself at the entrance. She placed the kettle Derek was locked in on a table.