Novels by Luciana Rielle

REVELATION“How was I so foolish that I didn’t realize it?”That was the thought echoing in my head as I sat bound to their ridiculous torture chair.I glanced around the damp room. It smelled like mildew and moldy onions.Why the hell did it smell like onions?If Mama were here, she’d probably laugh first before helping me out of this mess.She’d say, “Mija, you got played at your own game. Didn’t I tell you to leave that house after that man fed you that drug through a kiss?”And speaking of that asshole…The door creaked open, slicing through the darkness with a harsh light. I flinched, closing my eyes as it burned against them. The door slammed shut again just as fast, and footsteps followed, heavy and slow.When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a broad chest wrapped in leather. Of course, I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His scent filled the room, strong, sharp, drowning out the mold and rot.I sighed. “Does Knight not have any other lackeys? Why is it always the du

The doctor hesitated, his jaw tightening. “She…” he paused, his throat working as he searched for the right words. “She’s in critical condition. We managed to stop the bleeding, but her body’s weak. She lost a lot of blood, and right now, she’s not responding. We’re doing everything we can, but…”Genesis’s breath caught. Her fingers went cold. “But what?” she whispered.“She might not make it through the night,” the doctor said softly.Genesis gasped, her knees giving out beneath her as she clutched at Knight’s arm. “No…” Her voice broke. “No, please, no…she can’t… she can’t die.”“Genesis..” Knight started, reaching for her, but she stumbled forward toward the doctor, shaking her head violently.“Let me see her!” she cried. “Please, I need to see her! I have to…”The doctor stepped in front of her, his hands raised. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You can’t. She’s in intensive care now. No visitors allowed until she stabilizes.”“I don’t care!” Genesis sobbed, her voice rising. “Please, she has t

Genesis’s heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. The echo of the stretcher wheels faded down the hall until there was nothing left, just the sterile hum of the hospital lights and the sound of her own racing pulse.Her back hit the cold wall, and she slid down slowly, her hands trembling. Her breaths came out uneven, fast, too fast. She pressed a palm against her chest, trying to calm the panic clawing its way up her throat.“Lily?” Daisy’s small, frightened voice broke the silence. She ran to Genesis, her eyes wide. “What’s wrong? You look really pale!”Genesis shook her head weakly, trying to force a smile that never came. “I’m fine,” she whispered, but her voice cracked halfway.“No, you’re not!” Daisy said, gripping her arms tightly. “You’re breathing funny, Lily, what’s happening?”Before Genesis could answer, Knight moved quickly toward her. He crouched in front of her, his eyes searching hers, worry etched deep into his face. “Princess, hey, baby,look at me.” He cupped

Amelia lounged on the chaise, the sun warming her skin. She lowered her sunglasses, adjusted her position lazily, and rubbed a hand over her round, pregnant belly.“This is the life,” she murmured with a satisfied sigh. One minute passed. Then five. Just as she began to drift toward sleep, the sunlight vanished from her skin.Her brows furrowed. “What the hell?” she muttered, opening her eyes—only to see Genesis standing in front of her, blocking the sun, with Daisy beside her, hands planted firmly on her hips.Amelia groaned. “What do you want, weirdo?”Daisy gasped, scandalized. “Lily’s not a weirdo—you are!”Amelia turned her head slowly toward her. “Shut it, brat. Someone needs to teach you some manners. You don’t—”Genesis cut her off, her voice cool but sharp. “You’re the one who lacks manners here.”“Excuse me?” Amelia scoffed.“You heard me,” Genesis said, standing tall. “It’s one thing for you to sneak into my kitchen and eat half the food I make for my men—I let that slide b

Genesis stood on her tiptoes as Knight bent down, their foreheads meeting while she closed her eyes, her hand encircling his head."I'm not suggesting you should part ways with Knight, never! He is a part of you, and we need him. However, your father requires Kieran, and I believe you should express your thoughts to him," she whispered, prompting him to take a deep breath and nod in agreement.A smile spread across Genesis's face, warmth flooding her chest. She then lifted her head and gently began to push him back. Knight frowned but allowed it, stopping when they were a few feet from the window.“Go down," she murmured softly, and he gazed at her for a few moments before slowly sinking to his knees in front of her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pressing against her stomach before moving toward her bare, wet pussy.She trembled but shook her head. "No," she gasped, pushing on his shoulders until he lay back on the floor, and she looked down at him."I want to take charge now,"

“Ahhh—uhhh,” Genesis’s moans filled the air, her hand pressed against the glass window before sliding up to clutch Knight’s shoulders, trying to steady herself with each deep thrust. Her mouth fell open in a gasped cry.“Ahh—yes, yes,” she breathed out, her nails digging into his shoulders. Knight stared at her, his blue eyes dark under the dim light of the office, tears still gliding down his face. Her words from earlier echoed in his head.THWACK.THWOP.The rapid, wet sounds of his hips meeting hers filled the quiet, empty room.“I’m so sorry,” he murmured against her neck, his thrusts not slowing. Genesis looked down at him, her grip on his body tightening.“Faster—p-please, faster,” she whimpered.He pulled away, sliding out of her with a wet pop. Her slickness dripped down and hit the tiled floor. She groaned at the sudden emptiness, but before she could speak, he turned her around and guided her to face the window.“Hands there,” he said softly.She obeyed, palms pressed to the

JUNO HAYESWe finally sat down at the dining table, the polished wood gleaming under the chandelier light. The air smelled like rosemary and garlic, warm bread, and something sweet baking in the oven. My stomach rumbled involuntarily, despite the adrenaline still buzzing in my veins.Cassie had apparently taken over the kitchen with Adrian’s reluctant help. There were roasted chicken legs glazed with honey and mustard, a steaming dish of mashed potatoes with little flecks of chives, a salad with what looked like cranberries and walnuts, and a loaf of fresh bread that made my mouth water.“Wow,” I said. “This smells amazing.”“Thanks, Mom!” Cassie said brightly, sliding a plate in front of me. “We figured dinner would be better than whatever boring takeout you were planning.”I glanced at Adrian, who was serving himself quietly, his sleeves rolled up and a faint smudge of flour on his cheek. He smiled at me politely. “Cassie insisted, so I helped.”Callum, seated to my right, picked up

JUNO HAYES“...We’re going to act like nothing just happened,” Callum said, his hands pressing lightly against my shoulders. I looked up at him, standing right outside my front door. The warm glow spilling from the window told me either Adrian or Cassie or maybe both were home.My eyes flicked to my car, and Callum caught the movement, gently turning me to face him. My body still thrummed with adrenaline, anxiety, and that lingering fear from only minutes ago. I couldn’t stop wondering who had really been following us. Could it really have been Emma, like Callum suggested?We couldn’t be certain.Callum, however, wanted us to stop thinking about it. Hard to do when he was the one who’d planted the fear in me in the first place. Now he wanted us to focus on the reason he was here: since I’d confided my suspicion that something inappropriate might be going on between Cassie and Adrian, he’d suggested coming over for dinner to see for himself.We would have been here anyway…if not for th

JUNO HAYESI turned to look at Callum for the tenth time in a row now, then down at his grip on the steering wheel. It was tight, like he wanted to squeeze the life out of it. Poor steering wheel.And that wasn’t all. He was quiet. Too quiet. It was so un-Callum-like that it started to make me uneasy.I sighed. “Okay, let it out. What’s wrong?”He glanced at me, his brow creasing before his eyes flicked back to the road.“What do you mean?”He actually looked confused. Like, genuinely confused.“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said, tilting my head. “You’ve been pretty silent since we said goodbye to Emma. You only spoke when you insisted on driving.”He didn’t answer. Just kept his eyes locked on the road ahead.When I thought I wasn’t going to get a word out of him, he muttered something under his breath. It sounded like Emma.That name dragged my thoughts back to a few minutes ago and to how grateful I was that she wasn’t badly hurt. She’d even been nice about it, which was wild considering

“Boss, there’s something you need to see. I’m sending it now.”A call came through for Rhett just as he stood beside his mother in the kitchen of the Voss mansion. His eyes darted around the room, no one was paying attention. His mother was focused on whatever the chef was preparing, and his siblings… well, as long as they weren’t looking his way, he didn’t care what they were doing.He didn’t reply. Instead, he ended the call. Not even a second later, a text and a few photos appeared on his screen. Rhett’s eyes widened. His fingers curled tightly around the phone until it creaked under the pressure.Lorelei Voss looked up from the counter. She noticed the veins standing out on her son’s temples, the way his jaw clenched, and how his teeth ground together. Something was wrong, she could tell instantly but she didn’t pry. Not yet.Rhett saw red. It felt like a pool of blood had flooded his vision as he stared at the images. The first showed Emma hugging Juno—Juno’s expression frozen in

Juno and Callum stepped out of the café together. His arm rested comfortably around her shoulders, while his other hand held her handbag.He gave a faint smile. “This must really be bothering you, for you to let me have my arm around you like this,” Callum teased.Juno glanced at his hand draped over her shoulder, as if only just noticing it.She wrinkled her nose. “Yuck,” she said, though her tone was half-hearted and playful, and she quickly pulled his arm away.Callum chuckled. “I knew it was too good to last.”Juno rolled her eyes, smirking. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”They made their way back to the wellness center, the late afternoon sun slanting through the glass windows, painting golden stripes across the polished floor. Callum still had that teasing half-smile on his face, but Juno could tell his mind was somewhere else, hers definitely was.As they entered the hallway, Callum’s tone dropped low. “We’ll start small, okay? Maybe check Cassie’s messages, her behavior pa

JUNO HAYESI put the car into park, made my way out of the car and towards the wellness center. The morning air felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. My chest had that same tight feeling it got whenever something didn’t add up but I was too tired to chase the answer.I told myself to stop thinking about it. About them. About Cassie’s laughter echoing behind me like a song I couldn’t turn off.Adrian wouldn’t. He couldn’t.And Cassie, she was just a kid. My kid.Still, the image of her pink lipstick on his mug wouldn’t leave me alone. Neither would the smell of coconut on his shirt.“Focus, Juno,” I muttered under my breath, forcing my thoughts to straighten up as I walked into the building.I didn’t want to think about it.About them.The automatic doors slid open, letting out the familiar scent of disinfectant and coffee. A few students waved from the front desk, and I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.“Morning, Dr. Hayes,” someone called.“Morning,” I replied, my