Become A Femme Fatale Book Novels & Stories

FELICIA I wanted to get to Beta Andrew. But when I got to the banquet again, all the Betas and alphas were gathered in the corner. A bunch of rogues were standing above them. The alphas and their betas were kneeling on the ground and their hands were tied behind their backs. The rogues held silver daggers against the necks of all the women, including the Luna queen. I was the only woman left who wasn't contained in the corner by the rogues.

The shy, innocent smile, the glow of her rich, brown skin, the fullness of her lips, the honesty of her eyes he had been hers before he had even met the woman. Like an idiot, he had pined for the untouchable woman from the photograph. He had personally beaten Aiden for presuming to sell such a goddess, taking pleasure in the other man's suffering. Then, his princess had walked through the door of his casino. Like the villain in the story, he had captured her and kept her locked in a tower. How could she love a man like him?

I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table. I opened my phone and searched for the Mafia book. I need a book with a strong female lead. I'm staying with a Mafia and to protect myself from that devil, I'm reading this mafia book. To know some tricks or stratagem on how to tame this mafia devil and now only some realistic mafia books can help me. I scrolled down my phone and lot of books were like, Mafia kidnapped the female protagonist because he likes her and wants her to himself. What a bullshit?? I scrolled further more down to find a proper book. And finally I found one. It was taming the mafia devil.

I was floating in a silver void where stars blinked like embers. And in front of me stood a woman. Tall, cloaked in pale fur, with eyes like full moons. “You have awakened the blood of the First,” she said. “But awakening is only the beginning.” “You must choose your path.” “You are a wolf, but not just a wolf. You are moon-called.” I opened my mouth to speak, to ask, to understand, but the light collapsed inward. I fell. Kade caught me as I hit the forest floor, gasping.

The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS. I pulled it out from the shelf and went over to a chair to sit. I opened the book. The lettering was in Old English. As I read through, I understood it was about legends of blood and power, the Mafia dynasties—the Black Cross. And then, I saw that name. Mother Cross. I froze, my finger pressed on it as Selene’s voice echoed in my memory: If you ever want to find Vince, look for Mother Cross. I read on. The book described her as the first and last female Capo—a woman from the feared Romero bloodline...

Emmeline's nails dug so hard into her palms the skin nearly broke. The implication was clear, designed to make her feel like just another temporary body in an endless parade of conquests. But the sheer audacity of the woman standing before her ignited a vicious spark of defiance. "You know… I've read a lot of books about priestesses." Emmeline tilted her head, raking a slow, deliberately unimpressed gaze over Elainna's flawless figure. "They're usually described as holy. Pure. Above the sins of the flesh." Elainna's serene smile remained, though her eyes sharpened.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

I was trained since birth to be a Femme Fatale. Seduction comes easy to me, whether it was a man or a woman. Tonight should go by smoothly. I grab the file for tonight mission. I open the Manila folder. A top of a few papers was a picture of Rebecca Flaze. 5’7, short hair, blue eyes, overall an attractive woman. Skilled in hand to hand combat, weapons specialist, and apparently quite manipulative. Likes innocent women. Girl sure has a type.

I vividly recalled seeing him tailing her around campus like an obedient puppy—or perhaps more accurately, a ferocious pit bull, ready to lash out at anyone who dared to come too close. She had insisted on keeping our relationship hidden, and I had chosen not to push for further disclosure. I was barely twenty years old back then, and I had encountered a young woman with an insatiable appetite for sex and a penchant for venturing into daring territories. To be frank, she was an absolute marvel between the sheets. In my eyes, I had believed I had stumbled upon paradise. Until everything unraveled, descending into chaos and turmoil. Thanks to the savage bite that damn woman had inflicted on me

Leave the mistress alone in her room. Is she a mistress? Wasn't it a Master's feminine counterpart? I couldn't help but get excited about the prospect of gaining power through Alpha Marcus! Then an idea struck me... a thought about my deceased sister I must remember how cruel he was to the omegas. I was fortunate to find someone willing to assist me, Dale Ramsay. We took several detours after following the butler to my room. "Thank you for being kind, sir," I said with a smile.