Catharina Maura Books Novels & Stories

Aurora strolled out of the mansion with Rita walking behind her. "Nico and Daxton will be here in few days, are you prepared?." Mia's question popped up, Aurora jolted forgetting she had a wolf. "Are you okay Ma'am?." Rita asked on seeing her reaction, she simply nodded and continued walking. "I will guild you through when they comes, don't be vulnerable to let your past repeat itself. Remember this is your only chance to correct your mistakes." Mia continued, Aurora stopped walking and turned to Rita. "Stay here while I sit over there," she instructed pointing to a bench 10 feets away from them.

I can’t believe this is happening. THE END (Keep an eye out, there's an Epilogue chapter and a couple of chapters for Killian and Theo)

DAEMON POV The ice in my glass clinks softly as I swirl the amber liquid. My elbows rest on the arm of my leather chair, my mind turning over every piece of this strange puzzle. Across the dark expanse of my office, only the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a glow of New York glimmering like it doesn’t sleep, like it doesn’t know it buried someone who clawed her way back to life. “Elena Royal.” I hum her name, bitterness gathering in my chest.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

"Phew! He is not here, otherwise I would have been busted. I do not know why grandpa called me urgently but you can tell me something, I guess." Mrs Benz was rattling the clothes in the cupboard. She was a slender and short lady, after some moments she was completely inside the cupboard in an unsuccessful attempt to find something. Camilla was checking around the room as her gaze landed on the newly published novel of Sweetdreamer33, when she picked it up there was another one beneath, of her favourite author, CaitSarai. Her face was red now as she could not breathe, you know how crazy fan readers are. She picked both the books and there was again another on, 'Untouched' by Salacious.

But no matter how hard I think of it, I couldn’t find a plausible explanation. “About that.” Chris says, clearing his throat. “The whole thing was orchestrated by the Russian mafia. We couldn’t get more details as to why but there were concrete evidences of their involvement with what happened.” “Everyone else died in that building. It was a miracle that girl was able to make it out of there alive.” Chris continues. “Knowing the Red mafia, they wouldn’t let a witness live either. But the girl could have seen something. They can’t just shoot her right then and there or the police will be suspicious, but despite her injuries she may be able to tell and they won’t risk just leaving her to die t

Peter, however, decided he didn't want to change his. At the end of the day, when I was lying in my new bed staring up at the blank ceiling, I finally let my thoughts consume me. Yesterday, I was Angelina. A girl who was kidnapped by a mafia boss, who foolishly ended up falling in love with him, and who was then cruelly abandoned by that same man. A girl who was violently raped multiple times and who had felt the fading heartbeat of her own unborn child. The heavy hollowness in my stomach was almost too much for my fragile heart to bear. Tears pricked my eyes, and this time, I didn't try to stop them or wipe them away; instead, I just let them slide down my cheeks into my hair. I was crying