Novel & Cerita Best Iris Murdoch Novels

LES Will she do it? Will she stay? Any sane human being after taking a look at my victims would run for the hills. It's purely logical and totally human. I am not sane, and I don't think my brother is, so he's the only one I only ever show this side of me but Iris? With eyes that sparkle like dew-kissed petals in the morning sun, she has a way of captivating my soul, stirring emotions long dormant within me. Iris is the most precious thing on earth - a light that is too odd to be in a place this dark or with a demon like me.

“It's about Iris.” “What about her?” “She's a mafia—”

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

***** Iris’s POV I stared down at the words that were written on the piece of paper I held in my hands, dread spreading wide across my chest. I didn’t want to believe the words I was reading, yet, they felt as real as the green-eyed waitress who had delivered the paper to me. The messenger, she’d called herself. Your godmother, Anne Teresa, was killed by Damon. You’re not safe with him. Tears blurred my vision as I stared down at the words, struggling so hard between accepting them and refusing them. They could have easily been cooked up by whoever, maybe to tear me apart from Damon. Probably one of his numerous women…

A curse came out from his mouth involuntarily. Iris was lying down on the cold floor soaked in gallons of cold water. After ten she almost lost the counts also but didn't open her mouth to beg him. If he was the Bratva, she was also a hard nut to be cracked and she wasn't ready to give up without fighting. They say the blood talks and Iris proved that bringing her own miseries on her. What she missed was the biggest truth that was shining in broad daylight. To kill Bratva she had to survive but her stubbornness was pushing her more into the darkest alley of suffering and death.

" I will take my leave now that you are awake " He stood up gently and turn towards the exit when suddenly iris's voice came very softly, halting him. " Thank you " Her voice coming out in just a mere whispers. " I never meant what you think, I know you're an upright man " " I'm not " He retorted as he whirled around to face her. She isn't the type of woman he should be dealing with. Strangely, Maximo Felt that Iris is out of his world, out of his reach. She shouldn't be staring at him with all the love in the world when in reality he is nothing but a murderer, a bully, a drug lord and a cruel, sadistic Mafia Boss.

A coffee addict and cat lover, USA Today bestselling author Iris Morland writes sparkling, swoon-worthy romances, including the Flower Shop Sisters and the Love Everlasting series. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Sign up for my newsletter to stay up-to-date with new releases, sales, and exclusive giveaways! Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

Iris started crying again immediately and looked down at the ground. I covered my mouth with my hand as tears rushed down my face. The men quietly carried things into the mansion behind us. Then slowly, we all walked inside. The living room felt colder than usual. Iris sat down slowly but she looked completely broken. Her hands kept shaking. I sat beside her quietly. Then finally, she spoke. "He stopped Morveth," she whispered weakly. Tears rolled down her face again. "But... he didn't make it." I closed my eyes immediately as the tears fell harder.