Novels by Author CeeCee

(Stanley POV)“THE WHAT?!”My voice was so loud, it bounced against the cabin walls. A few of the suited men even glanced our way, though their expressions didn’t flicker.Lissa just sat there, lounging like this was the funniest thing in the world. Her lips curled up, her gaze traveling over me like I was already hers.“The marriage,” she said, like it was the most normal word in existence, which it was but not at this moment. “Our. Marriage. Didn't you somehow already know about this. So why the shock?"My chest squeezed. Yes I knew but I still hadn't come to accept the fact. Plus it didn't have to be so soon, did it? I'm just twenty two. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No, no, no. That’s insane. That’s old shit. That’s history. People don’t...nobody does that anymore.”Her smirk widened. “We do.”I gripped the armrest like it could anchor me. “Betrothal? Marriage? I’m a fucking college student, not your...”“Not my what?” she cut in, that stupid smirk never leaving her

StanleyMy throat felt dry and my head pounded. The first thing I noticed was the cold strap across my chest.Seatbelt?I blinked, trying to adjust to the low hum vibrating through the floor. My eyes landed on the plush leather seat beneath me, the scent of polish and expensive cologne thick in the air.“What the hell?” I croaked, pulling against the belt. “Where am I?”“My jet,” a voice replied smoothly.I turned my head.Lissa was sitting right next to me, elbow propped on the armrest, chin resting lazily in her palm, like she's been waiting forever for me to wake up. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, eyes glowing with amusement like a cat that'd finally cornered its favorite mouse.“Your what?”She tilted her head, lips quirking up. “My jet. You know, a plane, with wings, engines, flies in the sky? Don’t tell me you’re too much of a nerd to know what a jet is. I thought you guys were supposed to be the smart ones."“What...what are you talking about? Of course I know what a

Stanley I didn’t go to class the next morning. I couldn’t.The diary still sat heavy on my desk like it was waiting to choke me the second I touched it again.My family died because of these. My parents. And if any of grandpa's last rambling were true, it was the same for him.And they wanted me to join the same life? I'll probably be dead before I even understood it. I tried to shut the thoughts out, think of something else, but every word still echoed.You will hate me when you learn the truth.He was right.I did hate him. How could he just decide my life without my permission?How could he tie me to his world...and her?Lissa Everything just led back to her. My family’s deaths, this betrothal, even my so-called future. Tied up to a girl I didn’t even know two weeks ago.I rubbed my face hard, thinking about going to see Chloe. She had known my grandfather somehow and had given me the diary. She had also looked at me like she actually cared, so maybe she could help me. Help me

Stanley I sat on the bed, the old leather diary heavy in my hands. Opening it, I was met with faded ink, dried and old, but still readable.On the inside cover, scrawled in a handwriting I recognized all too well: PROPERTY OF SERGEI MOREAU.My grandfather...Diary of Sergei MoreauMarch 5, 1993First entry. Viktor said writing keeps the mind sharp, so here I am, scratching my thoughts into this book. I don’t know who will ever read this. Maybe no one. Maybe myself when I’m old.Anyway, I'm Sergei Moreau. A former Boyevik (enforcer) for the Orlovs, now a personal guard to the Pakhan's daughter. Alongside me is Viktor Ivanov — my brother in everything but blood. We stand outside her doors, follow her in the shadows, eat at her table when permitted, and sleep in shifts. This is the life of a guard.She is seventeen now. Getting wild, spoiled, untouchable. Beautiful too, though I dare not say it aloud. She is the Pakhan's jewel, daughter of Zhena Pakhana (the “first wife,") herself.

LissaThe apartment door shut with a soft thud behind us. Stanley walked ahead, his body stiff, not once looking back at me.What the heck had happened at that station?I'd been surprised when I received a call from Malik saying Stanley had been arrested but after hearing it had to do with Kara. It immediately clicked. Still, it didn't stop me from using all my contacts to quickly get him out.Yet now it seemed I had still been a step too late. Something had happened there.Did he tell them I did it?“Stanley—” I started.He didn’t answer, just went straight to his room, shoved the door closed, the lock clicking.I stood there, stunned.For the past week, things have been different. He’d stopped looking at me like I was a plague he couldn’t shake. He’d started…opening up, even if it was little things, like his professors, class, he blabbered about everything and I listened with a grin on my face. He might not have noticed, but I did. He'd been lonely for so long that finally havin

StanleyIt had been nearly a week since I’d…Yeah. Since that day in the bathroom when I’d jacked off to a picture of my stalker.My stalker, who I now knew was named Lissa. Mostly because instead of disappearing like any normal person would after being told to, she’d… moved in. Not officially, but she was there every damn day. She made food for me, cleaned and asked about my day with that patient look like it actually mattered to her. Like I mattered to her.Somehow, she’d made my apartment feel different.Less empty.I’d even caught myself listening for her footsteps when I came home.It was pathetic. But she made me feel—God help me—comfortable. Seen.She flirted with me on purpose, of course. Little touches, sly smiles, leaning close enough for me to smell her perfume and whispering stupid nicknames until my ears turned red.And the pictures… yeah, those didn’t stop either. I’d gotten so used to waking up to one that it felt wrong when I didn’t.I’d lost track of how many times I’

DanteI watched the heavy oak door slam shut, the vibration rattling the frames of the paintings on the wall. I stood there for a second, a slow, dark grin spreading across my face.She was riled up. Really riled up. I could see it now matter how she tried to hide it. She was jealous. She could mask it with all the medical jargon and moral outrage she wanted, but I knew the look of a woman who couldn't stand the thought of another woman in my bed.I moved away from the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking as I stood up.I was fully dressed. I hadn’t even taken off my boots. My black shirt was still tucked in, and my trousers were perfectly in place. So was the girl. I hadn’t touched her once. I didn’t want to. After six years of watching Aria from the shadows, making sure her clinic stayed open, keeping rival wolves away from her doorstep, and obsessing over every move she made in New York, the idea of touching someone else was hollow.I’d brought her here for Leo, but I’d also brou

Aria I stared at the girl, my fingers tightening around my fork until the metal bit into my palm. She was everything I wasn't, or at least, everything I wasn't trying to be right now. She wore a dress that was barely more than a piece of clothing, clinging to every curve, and her makeup was heavy, as if designed for a club, highlighting her features.I tried to keep my face indifferent. I was the one that had told him to find someone else afterall. I had told him I didn't care who he slept with. But seeing her hand tucked into his, seeing the way he looked down at her with that same dark, amused glint he usually reserved for me, made something hot and ugly flare in my chest.It wasn't jealousy. I refused to call it that. It was just…insult.Dante didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t even acknowledge my presence or Leo's. He just looked at the girl, then leaned down and pressed a long, lingering kiss against her mouth, it was deep, passionate, and loud.The sound of it made my skin craw

AriaI held Leo as tightly as I could, letting the cold, lashing shadows hit my back. I didn't care about the stings. I just wanted him to feel safe. Slowly, the whirlwind in the room began to die down. The shadows retreated, sliding back into the corners like shamed pets, until everything was normal again.Leo’s sobs turned into small, shaky hiccups. I pulled back to look at his face, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead."I'm so sorry, Leo. I shouldn't have left you alone. I thought you were deep asleep. I am so, so sorry."He sniffed, his eyes red and puffy. He looked so small under that massive blanket. "I had a nightmare," he whispered, his voice cracking. "The man was back. He had the glass of water, and he told me that if I didn't drink it, he'll kill you. I saw you disappear into the dark, and I couldn't reach you."I felt a lump in my throat. I didn't know who this so called man was, but for Leo to have a nightmare about him, then he mustn't be a good person."It was

AriaI tried to push him away. I really did. My hands were flat against his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, but the resistance didn't last. The moment his tongue brushed against mine, my resolve shattered like glass. I found myself melting into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he explored my mouth with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating.He didn't hold back, his hands sliding down my back, moving over the curve of my waist before sliding down my thighs. I let out a gasp as he gripped my ass, squeezing hard. An involuntary moan escaped my throat, lost in the heat of his mouth.I hated how much I liked it. I hated that after everything he had done, the kidnapping, the threats, the forced marriage, my body was betraying me. I could feel the heat radiating from him, a magnetic pull that made my head spin. I wanted to stop, but I also wanted to see how far he would go.Bzzzzzz.The sudden vibration in my pocket felt like a splash of

Aria "Don Moretti. He's the one. He said if I took out the heir, the Rinaldi empire would crumble from the inside out. He promised me a life for my daughter. He promised me I’d be safe."I felt the temperature in the room plummet. I didn't even have to look at Dante to know how he was reacting. In this world, the Obsidian Syndicate was the sun, and everything else—the packs, the human mobs, the black markets—revolved around it. It was a massive, blood-stained corporation of the supernatural. Dante sat at the very top as the Lycan King, but the pyramid beneath him was built on shifting sand.Don Moretti. The name sent a cold ripple through my mind. In this world, the Obsidian Syndicate was the sun, and everything else revolved around it. At the very center of this sun sat the Lycan King. Dante was the absolute monarch of a system that controlled international trade, high-end technology, and the laws of the supernatural world.But even a King has rivals. The Syndicate was divided into

Aria The nanny didn't seem to hear me, her scream echoing off the damp stone walls, a sound that would have made most people flinch, but I wasn't most people. I stayed exactly where I was, my eyes fixed on the red line I had carved into her skin. I pulled the scalpel back slowly, letting it catch the light. I took a seat on a stool directly in front of her, leaning back with a forced sense of ease. I started to twirl the scalpel between my fingers. It was a habit I’d picked up during long nights in the residency lounge, it was a way to keep my hands steady and my mind focused. To her, I’m sure it looked like the practiced move of a killer."Let’s try this one last time. Who sent you to kill Leo?"The nanny was shaking so hard the wooden chair rattled against the floor. Blood dripped from her hand, staining the hem of her apron. She looked at the blood, then at me, her face twisting into pathetic desperation."I don't know what you're talking about!" she wailed, her voice cracking. "

(Dominic's POV)She acted the role of the courtesan perfectly. As someone who was supposed to be innocent yet act the role of a seducing succubus. I'd thought she'd be bad at it but damn was I wrong. She was living it. Every sway of her hips, every flicker of her gaze, every word dripping like honey was designed to tempt and unravel.Fuck me.Adrian played along real well. Of course he would, he was a professional we'd recruited for millions. But at that moment all I wanted to do was rip his damn script in half just for looking at her like that.I clenched my jaw, reminding myself that it was just acting. But the longer I watched, the tighter my chest got. I’d seen hundreds of women try to fake seduction for the stage but none of them had gotten under my skin like this.I couldn’t breathe.Why the fuck did it feel like she was intentionally trying to seduce me? Her eyes practically lingered on me all through as she rubbed her hands all over Adrian prompting him to go to their do bed

(Dominic POV)I reread the file for the hundredth time and still couldn't make sense of it. How pathetic.Sighing loudly, I snapped it shut and rubbed my temples. I never lost focus at work. Never. So why today? Why couldn't I just focus? I felt restless as hell, and it wasn’t because of the billion dollar contact sitting on my desk. It was her.That fucking girl.I leaned back and pressed my fingers to my temples, the thoughts of what she could be doing now flooding my mind. Was she having any problems? Maybe being bullied by other actresses? Those desperate girls would skin each other alive just for an opportunity to shine. She looked so innocent, would she even be able to stand up for herself? I groaned, running a hand down my face. It was all my fault, dragging her out of the audition like that definitely put her in the spotlight. In this industry, anything could instantly be turned into a scandal.Usually I didn't show my affairs outside, people knew about it but had no eviden

(Aria’s POV)He led me straight into a private elevator. A guard was posted at the door and he greeted as we entered, while Caleb pressed the floor. The ride up was so silent, a pin dropping would be louder. I couldn't help glancing at the man next to me wondering if he was some kind of statue that only knew how to follow orders. Caleb was infamous for being the shadow of the king himself. People said he had no expression, no soul and was just the perfect robot secretary. Though he was annoyingly handsome, just like his boss. Short brown hair, cold gray eyes that showed no trace of emotion, neat black suit, again just like his boss, and tall, he was even taller than Dominic, about 6 '4 if I wasn't mistaken.Just looking at him, I could tell he'd have a big cock. Shame he had to stick it up his ass.We finally stopped at the 30th floor, the elevator dinged open and we were met with a wide space but only one door. Like any self absorbed CEO of course Dominic took up the whole floor.

The waiting hall was packed with candidates. Girls sat with their knees pressed together, whispering their lines like it was some personal mantra. Their mascara were already smudging under the heat of too many spotlights and the desperation in the air was so thick, I could taste it.I on the other hand just sat back, legs crossed, one heel bouncing lazily as I skimmed my script. There was no need being nervous when I had my ultimate trump card.Dominic.The boy next to me leaned in. “First audition?”I turned slowly, sizing him up. Blond hair, sharp jawline, broad shoulders hidden under a fitted shirt. Not bad. Not Dominic-level, but he’d do just fine for scratching an itch. His eyes lingered a little too long on my chest before darting back up to my face. Cute.“Do I look like a rookie to you?” I asked, my lips curling up.He smirked. “Maybe just a little. You’re very calm giving off the aura that you've done this a lot but the slight, nervous tapping of your feet still gives you

(Dominic POV)"Yes daddy, punish me. Punish your little slut."I shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them deep until her back arched off my desk. Her nails clawed for purchase, lipstick already smeared across her cheek.“Look at you,” I growled against her throat. “Parading around like a businesswoman, but spread out like a common whore.”Her moan was shameless. “I am your whore, Daddy. Just for you.”I added a third finger, stretching her and making her cry out. Her thighs trembled, her cunt squeezing me desperately, begging for more.“You come in here begging me to ruin you,” I hissed in her ear, teeth grazing her lobe. “You want me to tear that dress? Slap this ass raw?”“Yes, please,” she gasped. “I need it. I need you rough.”I ripped the rdress down her body, fabric shredding beneath my hands. Her tits bounced free, nipples already erect, begging for pain. I twisted one hard between my fingers until she whimpered.“Pathetic,” I spat, yanking her head back by her

(Dominic POV) “Anything on the girl?” I asked, swirling the scotch in my glass as I leaned back in my office chair. Caleb, my trusted right hand man and secretary looked up at me before replying, “Still digging. Since we only have a name it's harder to get much. Plus the cameras at the gala were turned off due to the media current snoopings. At the moment all I have is the description of her you gave, so it'll be a lot harder to find her but I'm working on it." I nodded in understanding. Aria. That was her name. At least that was what her boyfriend has called her. It suited her though. Sweet and pure, just like her. It had been three fucking days, and yet the thought of her still stuck to me like glue. I could still feel her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my fingers. So goddamn sweet it almost made me lose my mind. I’d had women, hundred of them. Models, actresses, heiresses, hell, even princesses. They all spread their legs like it was business deals, all eager for