Novelas de Luciana Rielle

Immediately the car slowed into park inside the courtyard of the estate, Genesis shoved the door open and stepped out before the engine had fully stopped. Tears poured from her eyes like furious raindrops, streaking down her cheeks as she stumbled up the stone steps. Her breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving with sobs she couldn’t contain.Kieran was right behind her, boots pounding the gravel, calling her name“Genesis, wait!”but she didn’t slow. She shoved the double doors open with both hands.The living room went deathly quiet.Every head turned.Revelation rose slowly from the couch, eyes wide. Daisy froze beside Elena, clutching her doll, confusion clouding her small face. Veronica stood near the window, arms crossed. The Angels, Katherine, Joy, Mia went still, hands hovering near weapons out of instinct.Genesis’s gaze swept the room, wild and shattered, then locked on Revelation.All the signs she’d missed crashed into her at once.The way the Angels had always said she lo

The Next dayJaden leaned against the doorframe of the guest room, arms crossed loosely over his chest despite the fresh bandages wrapping his shoulder. Inside, Rose slept peacefully under crisp white sheets, IV line dripping steadily, monitors beeping in soft rhythm. The bullet had been removed cleanly; Dr. Patel had said she’d make a full recovery with rest and physical therapy. No nerve damage. No permanent harm.The guilt still sat heavy in Jaden’s gut, he’d dragged an innocent stranger into this nightmare but seeing her breathe steady and even eased something inside him.He turned, only to find Genesis standing a few feet away in the hallway, a small, tired smile on her face.“How is she now?” she asked softly.Jaden pushed off the frame and fell into step beside her as they walked toward the living room. “She’s fine now. Stable. Patel says she’ll be okay, she just needs time.”Genesis nodded, glancing sideways at his bandaged shoulder. “And you? You’re still bleeding through tha

As the estate came into view, Jaden let out a breath he’d been holding for what felt like hours. The massive iron gates loomed ahead, floodlights cutting sharp angles across the manicured lawn.“Y-yes, right there. Stop right there,” he rasped.The young woman, still pale, knuckles white on the wheel, glanced at him, then up at the towering gates. “Are you sure this is your friend’s place?”Jaden opened his mouth to answer, but a sharp car horn blared behind them.He twisted in the seat. A black SUV had pulled up close, headlights glaring. The driver’s door opened, and Damon stepped out, Leonardo right behind him, both men moving with lethal purpose, guns already drawn and leveled.The girl’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck is going on? Who are they?”Jaden shoved the back door open and stumbled out, hands raised high, blood still soaking his shirt from the shoulder graze.“It’s me, Jaden!” he shouted, voice cracking. “I’m not here to cause trouble!”Damon advanced, Glock steady. “Then

Zarina rounded the corner at a sprint, breath ragged, eyes wild with panic as she burst into the hallway where Mia and Knight waited. “W-where is she?” she demanded, voice cracking.Her gaze locked onto Mia first, shoulder heavily bandaged in a sling, face pale and drawn. Zarina rushed forward without hesitation, hands trembling as she reached for her friend, searching her body for any sign of worse injury.“W-where is my wife?” The words came out choked, desperate. When no immediate answer came, fresh tears spilled down Zarina’s cheeks, hot and unstoppable. “Please… no, no, tell me it’s not true,” she sobbed, voice breaking into fragments. “Please, I can’t lose her.”Mia opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. her throat too tight, her own grief too raw. Zarina pulled away, staggering toward Knight, who leaned heavily against the wall opposite the surgery doors, arms crossed, expression carved from stone.She grabbed his shirt with shaking hands. “Please, Knight,” she begged,

A day before the chaos at the Caldwell homeThe penthouse air turned thick, the kind of silence that came right before violence.Jaden’s back pressed harder against the door, his good hand flat against the wood as if he could push through it by sheer will. His ruined hand hung limp, throbbing in time with his racing pulse. The two men blocking his path didn’t move, didn’t speak just stood there like statues.Keenan took one slow step forward, then another, hands loose at his sides. The smirk was gone. In its place was something colder, more dangerous, something vile and sinister.“You think you’re noble,” Keenan said softly, almost conversational. “Turning me down. Protecting her.” He tilted his head. “But you’re not protecting her, Jaden. You’re just delaying the inevitable.”Jaden’s voice came out rough. “She doesn’t need protection from me. She needs it from you.”Keenan chuckled, amused. “You still think you’re the good guy in this story.” He stopped a few feet away, close enough

MONICAThe doorbell rang once. Twice. Three times, insistent, sharp, cutting through the quiet afternoon.Monica glanced at her son from the couch. Mark sat sprawled, eyes glued to his phone, thumbs scrolling, pretending he couldn’t hear a thing.“Don’t you hear the doorbell?” she snapped, irritation flaring.Mark sighed dramatically, unfolding his long legs Blackmail, Blood, and Betrayal standing. “You could’ve answered it yourself,” he muttered under his breath.Monica fixed his back with a glare, but before she could retort, a fit of coughing seized her—deep, rattling coughs that shook her frail frame. She pressed a tissue to her lips, turning away.Mark yanked the door open with more force than necessary.“What….” he started, voice rough with annoyance.The word died in his throat.Two men stood on the porch, mid-forties, plain dark jackets, jeans but the gold FBI badges clipped to their belts caught the sunlight like warning flares.The taller one, salt-and-pepper hair, spoke fir

JUNO VOSS One year later – Saturday, 8:47 a.m. Amangiri Resort, Utah (Zoe picked the most dramatic red-rock desert backdrop known to man, because of course she did)“Where the hell is my tie?” Rhett bellowed, half-naked except for dress pants and one sock, tearing through the suite like a very handsome tornado.I was trying to zip myself into a floor-length emerald silk dress while simultaneously hopping on one foot looking for Sage’s missing chartreuse patent-leather flat. Rowan’s left Oxford had apparently achieved sentience and was hiding under the bed with Rhett’s tie. What was it doing there? Only God knows.Our phones were exploding.Cassie: MOM WHERE ARE YOU Ruby: Aunt Zoe is going to murder you Nina: If you're not here in one second, I will kill you both myself“We are SO late,” I hissed, finally locating the shoe wedged behind the minibar. “The ceremony started fifteen minutes ago!”This was entirely our fault.Last night had been the rehearsal dinner, then the after-pa

JUNO VOSS Santa Ynez Valley – Halloween nightThe ranch looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie.Orange string lights dripped from every beam of the barn, jack-o’-lanterns lined the entire quarter-mile driveway (Rowan and Sage had carved half of them, so about thirty percent were just angry triangles with teeth), and Rhett had somehow rigged Emmanuel’s pen with fake cobwebs and a motion-activated speaker that bleated “BOO” every time the goat moved. Emmanuel was taking it personally.Inside the house it smelled like cinnamon, chili, and hehe, family.Cassie (four months pregnant and currently built like a very cute beach ball) was planted on the couch in a black cat onesie with a skeleton baby painted across her belly. She had a mixing bowl of fun-size Snickers balanced on top of said belly and was working her way through it like it was her job.“Stop judging me,” she mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. “Your grandchild is hungry.”Levi, dressed as a very reluctant Gomez

Two months later, late night in the master bedroom of the Voss ranch house“Ahhh, yes, yes, right there,” Juno moaned, the sound ragged and raw as Rhett eased out of her until only the fat, swollen tip of his cock remained, teasing her entrance.Then he rolled his hips in slow, wicked circles, dragging that thick mushroom head through her slick, sensitive folds, smacking her dripping pussy with every deliberate pass.Thwack. Thwack.The wet slap of hot flesh on soaked flesh filled the room. Juno’s mouth fell open on a silent scream, pleasure and the sweetest sting crashing together.“Oh God…”“Look at you,” Rhett rasped, voice gravel and smoke, “already about to come just from me spanking this greedy little cunt.”He lifted his hand and brought it down again (sharp, perfect), the impact landing right on her clit with a filthy, wet squelch. When he raised his palm, it glistened under the low amber lamp, coated in her arousal and the cum he’d already pumped into her once tonight.He he

JUNO VOSS“…You should have seen the way Mom and Dad kicked his butt. It was so amazing,” Rowan bragged to Cassie and Levi, who had come over for dinner.Cassie and Levi shared an amused look. When Cassie turned back to me, her eyes flickered to the bandage on my head and then to the sling on my arm. Even though she already knew what had happened, she still looked deeply worried.I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers, silently telling her I was fine and she didn’t need to fret.“So what about the guy, the ranchlord? What’s going to happen to him?” Levi asked as he reached for more lasagna. At the rate he was going, the dish would be gone before anyone else wanted seconds. I didn’t mind, though; everyone else still had half a plate left, and it actually made me happy to see him enjoying my cooking so much.“Well,” Rhett began, “I called the sheriff this morning when we figured out it wasn’t anyone we knew personally. Then I called again once we were sure it was Dale. The sher

RHETT VOSSMy body went stiff the second that comment popped up, but Juno’s hand slid across my back, slow and steady, keeping me from losing my shit on a live feed. I glanced at the username: "RanchLord".Juno’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. The chat had already scrolled past it because hundreds of people were firing questions, but we both knew this wasn’t the last we’d hear from him. If he was the one who messed with Emmanuel’s pen, he wouldn’t be able to resist coming back for more.“How can you say that, RanchLord?” Juno asked softly, adding just the tiniest sniffle for effect. “If you really follow our page, you know we love this ranch more than anything. We’re honest ranchers. We would never put our animals or our family in danger.”God, I love this woman. I married a damn genius.The chat exploded.Who is this RanchLord? What kind of name is RanchLord? How dare you talk to Juno and Rhett like that! I watch every stream and the way they treat their animals is incredible

JUNO VOSSSanta Ynez Valley – Thursday morning, livestream setup“We’re doing a livestream!” “We’re doing a livestream!” Sage and Rowan sang in perfect together behind us as Rhett and I walked to the spot where we always set up the camera tripod. Usually we only went live on Mondays and Saturdays, but today had an ulterior motive.“Okay, remind me again how this livestream is going to help us figure out who tampered with Emmanuel’s pen,” Rhett said, watching me fumble with the phone stand. My left arm was still in a sling, so I was slower than usual.I didn’t turn around. “We’ve already ruled out the kids and every single ranch hand. That leaves someone on the outside who doesn’t like us or wants to hurt the business. If we go live and people see the bandage on my head and the sling, they’re going to ask questions. When they ask…”Rhett stepped in to finish setting the phone because my one good hand wasn’t cutting it. “....we tell the truth. The culprit is probably a follower, or a