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."
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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.
Married To The Arrogant CEO
SarahBlythe. "I want a divorce Noah", I said to him. My heart beating and knees weak. I was scared of how he would react.
'He should be happy right? I mean I am giving him a way out of the bondage of a marriage', I said to myself.
Noah expression darkened and I could see his jaw tighten. He stood up and took slow steady steps towards me with both hands in his pocket.
I immediately got scared and moved backwards.
Noah Wellesley isn't the abusive type but he hates me to the bone, I wasn't sure what he is capable of.
"Wh-what are you doing?", I asked, still moving backwards. Before approaching him for the request of divorce, I promised to be strong and not to let him intimidate me but... he is Noah Wellesley, the only man I have loved, and maybe still love.
"What did you say?", He growled and I flinched.
"I want to end this sham of a marriage, shouldn't you be happy?!", I suddenly found the courage to speak back.
"And what makes you think I would be happy if we divorce?", He uttered and my brows furrowed.
What did he mean by that?
I stopped moving and he soon caught up to me, his eyes dancing on my lips and I saw the hidden feelings in his eyes.
'Why is he like this?', I asked myself. Divorced Barren Mother Gives Birth To Six Babies
Author Feathers Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary.
When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan.
Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city.
She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club.
Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them. My Stepbrother, My Ruin
Daisy_D "I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn't just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn't just my stepbrother, he was my undoing."
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All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather's house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school's golden boy.
Ryder is everything she's sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits.
When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don't stay hidden, someone's bound to uncover the truth.
And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.
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