Laisha Gardner
Laisha Gardner's Books(3)
I Am Mustafin
Romance I swallow hard and my voice quavers as I ask, "How can you trust me?"
"I don't," he's blunt, straightening on his feet as he draws his hands into his pockets.
"Then why are you telling me this?"
"Because I need you to understand," he breathes out. "And because if you choose to speak against me, even if it raises suspicion, you have no proof."
He takes a step closer to me, lowering himself to my eye-level. His voice is just above a whisper, firm nonetheless, "Anything that comes out of your mouth is insignificant and, frankly, no one would believe your word over my own."
My heart pounds harder in my chest, a string of chills shooting down my spine as his lips graze my ear. His breath fanning my lobe, he whispers, "Without me, you are utterly powerless."
A shaky breath passes my lips, my body paralyzed as I lowly ask, "Then what exactly is it that you want from me?"
He sighs, straightening on his feet once more before his gaze finds my own. He holds his silence for a long moment, looking at me with eyes that I can't read or understand, reminding me that I am blind to what he doesn't say.
He is stoic-an enigma.
"W–"
"Silence," he cuts me off. "I want silence."
***
My name is Alaki Bea Miller-or known in the ground above: Alaki Bea X.
That is what they call us, the inferior ones: X. In this world, I live under laws that declare it illegal to bear more than one blood in your veins. A legal system built on segregation by race, where mixing blood is the highest crime.
In this world, I am not considered human. I am not considered a person. I am a thing, an abomination that threatens their precious system.
His name is Efrem Mustafin, leader of one of the five Rings, Master of his race, and the man who saved my life. Legally, he owns me. You see, to save me, he had to claim me as property. And in exchange for my protection, we play a game. One where I pretend to submit to him before the eyes that watch us, and he keeps me safe.
Master Efrem Mustafin, he is.
Subject Alaki Bea X, I am. Or at least, I was.
I belong to him.
My name is Alaki Bea Mustafin, and in this world, I Am Mustafin.
Heartprints in the Void
Romance I reach for the door handle, the cold metal biting into my skin as I press my thumb against the latch. Before I can pull the door open, Cade's arm shoots out from behind me, slamming it shut. My body jolts, my heart leaping into my throat as I feel the heat of his body against my back.
He lowers himself to me, his breath fanning my ear. "Are you walking out on me again, Elysian?”
A shaky breath parts my lips, the hair on the back of my neck standing on its ends. "I never walked out on you, Cade…" My voice falters, betraying me.
"Don't lie to me." His tone is aggressive. "I told you a long time ago never to walk away from me again. Are you always so careless?”
I try to swallow, but my throat is too tight. "I'm sorry," I manage, the words barely audible.
"You said that already," he challenges me, warning me to choose my next words carefully.
But I can't. I can't think. I can't move. As his grip on the door tightens, I realize he's not giving me a choice.
⊰ Heartprints in the Void ⊱
My name is Elysian Reign, and I'm not extraordinary.
His name is Cade Sinclair, and unlike me, he is extraordinary. At the age of 25, he inherited billions from his trillionaire father—David Sinclair.
You never imagine that the love of your life's own father would manipulate his son's life to get rid of you—even if it means forcing him into an experimental hypnosis treatment.
After three years, you'd think I'd have learned my lesson. You'd think I would've changed my identity and left the country after walking in on my first day at my new job and finding out that Cade is now my boss. The Mafia's Mercy
Mafia The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me?
When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless.
Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting.
***
"I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go.
This is where the good girl in me dies.
"You're mine now," he whispers.
***
My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree.
His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to.
As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother.
I was vulnerable—naive.
My name is Mercy, and I belong to him.
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MY MASTERS
Mercy Kay For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Trapped With The CEO : A Love She Never Wanted
simonkan041 22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight?
A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end.
Preview:
Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly.
"Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington."
"This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned.
"Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
Billionaire's Mistress Is A Hidden Heiress
Author Anika Playboy, Casanova and Heartbreaker were some adjectives used by the paparazzi to describe the brilliant interior designer and the hottest CEO of Grayson Group Of Hotels, Aries Grayson. But that quickly changed when his eyes landed on his best friend's perfect girlfriend, Cara Silencio.
The moment their eyes locked for the first time, her innocence took his world by storm. Cara was everything Aries secretly wished for in his life, but she was off-limits, and Aries chose to abide by the rules of BroCode.
Cara Silencio has her own fair share of secrets that could destroy her. Somewhere between hiding her real identity from the world and struggling to meet end needs, Cara was exhausted. She wanted to marry the Knight of her life, Keith Wilson, and lead a peaceful life.
But the demons of her past destroyed everything, and she was pushed into the endless tunnel of darkness.
Years later, when Aries found her at the infamous strip club, his desires came back to life and this time he was aiming to claim her.
A night of passion didn't satiate his craving for her. He wanted to worship her body every night. Aries came back to the club to find her, but Cara was gone, leaving no traces behind.
Aries called his most competent informer to dig about Cara Silencio, only to stumble upon the shocking truth.
"Mr Grayson, the woman you're looking for is the heiress of New York's biggest business empire!"
The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
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