Bel Canto Book Novels & Stories

“Sit down and listen to me. You are young and you have no experience. I know that you love to bask yourself as a loyal servant to the throne but your loyalty ends where your life ends and as much as I want to see your name in the golden books of Betas, it is not worth it anymore.” “What is the golden book of betas?” Jimin asked, his eyes fixed on Calisté’. It was weird for him, having a conversation with someone that was inside him and Calisté’s facial expression did not make it any easier for him. She wore a smile on her face – a smile that looked so certain to be a hard laugh at the smallest tickle.

Belle tilted her head. “It is a book with a very inky cover. It appeared ominous but Rachel loved to read the book. She had read it for all I can remember. I never knew what was written in it. I’m sorry,” Dante stopped to wiped his tears as he talked. “When you spoke about poem that was all that comes in my mind.” Belle saw that Dante was in dire need of time to be alone. She thanked the man for the information she received before retiring back to her home. She continued to think about Dante’s mention of her sister even after she had rested in her room.

Rios placed his palm on the book, and one by one, the bosses rose from their high-backed chairs, their footsteps echoing as they moved to perform the ritual before formally going into session. Kenji Takahashi bowed stiffly before placing his hand on the cover. Rika followed quickly. Next to her was Vittorino Mancini, who muttered something in Italian under his breath and kissed two fingers before pressing them to the spine of the book. Luca Bellanti grunted and followed suit. Then Gabriel Fonseca approached slowly, crossed himself, and whispered a blessing that sounded more like a curse because of his language. Meanwhile, Catalina Cabrerra didn't speak.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

The book came in the post on a Thursday. A package from Lisbon — Catalina's handwriting on the outside, recognizable from the notes she'd left on the kitchen table during her five weeks at the house. Inside: a book. A slim volume, its cover designed with the specific restraint of a publisher who trusted the text to carry its own weight. The title in English and then below it, in Portuguese, the same title in its translated form. Inside the front cover, a handwritten note: First copy. For the house where I learned what I was for. — C.

A sudden lightness to my mood as the heavy weight of burden is lifted. “Most departed as soon as they heard their source of income was about to be put down. No one is loyal when they’re hired hands. Santagato’s men have already taken down anyone true to her. We stayed back and watched, exactly like you said. No Carrero laid hands on any of them, nothing comes back to us.” Mico touches his earpiece and mutters something under his breath for his men’s ears only. Stalling so he falls behind us slightly and I try to just continue with my graceful, poised walk out of this miserable place.

I’m going to make her crazy and give her as many orgasms as I can tonight, strap her to my body and make sure she needs me in every way I need her, and then some. Sophs is mine, I’m hers. Body and soul. She’s never getting rid of me again. End of POV Be sure to check out the next Carrero Series book - The Carrero Contract, following Camilla and Alexi Carrero.

The house was left raw, its walls humming with suspicion. Days later, Bianca stood in the vast Romano library, her pulse still caught in the memory of cold metal aimed at her chest. Her hand drifted over the shelves, restless, until a familiar leather spine stopped her. Her father’s favorite book. A battered collection of Dante’s works, the edges worn from his fingers. Something crinkled inside. Bianca froze, sliding the book free. She opened it and a yellowed envelope slipped onto her palm. The script across it made her knees weaken.

I feel myself become firm and I have to place my travel bag on my lap. The stewardess passes me with carnal approval. The last time I flew on this plane, I relieved myself sexually, as appealing as that is at this moment, I try hard to refrain. Thankfully, the stewardess crew is new and none of them smell appealing. I concentrate on the situation to come to distract myself. I know the risks that will befall her, it is dangerous for a human to associate with a Vampire, the death of Lucinda proved that. If this girl is the keeper of Eliza’s soul, I will be there this time, I will not let her be harmed. Eliza, I was not able to prevent our lives from falling into death and darkness. I am so sor