Catharina Maura Books Novels & Stories

God, the terrifying spark of it, growing despite everything, terrified me most. Dante turned back, his gaze sweeping over me like a caress and a claim all at once. I felt small under that look, vulnerable in my dishevelment, hair tangled, lips swollen, body marked by him. He picked up the ledger from where it had fallen earlier and tossed it onto the table near the fireplace. The sharp thud punctuated the quiet room, pulling my attention to it. That damned book, full of my father's debts and secrets, the noose he'd tied around my neck.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

She wandered over to the middle school building, stopping in front of our old classroom, staring at the familiar desks and chairs. Back then, she used to bring me different types of breakfast every day, secretly snap photos of me sleeping, and slip love letters into my desk. How had everything changed so completely? Were those memories all lies? Why didn't she like me anymore? She lingered by the classroom's back door for a long while before leaving. She was about to drive to the youth center where we had once learned piano together when she saw a group of thugs sneaking around the wall. Seeing them dressed like gangsters reminded her of the mafia princess, Clara, and fury boiled within her.

It did nothing to me. “And after you told me you wanted nothing to do with me, I left,” Maura continued. “I tried to move on all these years. I dated a couple of people and I even got engaged once. But no man ever compared to you, Keanu. I could never love them the way I loved you.” “I’m sorry you’ve had such a hard time moving on,” I said, my tone flat. “Fortunately for me, I haven’t had the same problem. I’ve already moved on.”

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Lisa looked outside the car window as the car moved, she just stared sadly. Today was Kyra funeral and the funeral was to take place in the cathedral. She sighed sadly remembering when she first met Kyra, she was fifteen then, Kyra owed twenty five thousand dollars to a gang and was unable to pay back, as a results she got many threats like they were going to kill her and sell her organs to a merchant in the black market to pay up her debt. One night she was being beaten up by three gang members and that was where her dad, the former leader of the mafia saved her. His bodyguards beat the three men up, later that night he met with the leader of the gang and paid up her debt.

Archie growled at her. Maura was amused and leaned against the chair, staring at me. “I want the paparazzi to see her real self. Who is the real Camille? She is nothing more than my servant. Conan is dating a useless and ugly servant.” She laughed mockingly. “She does not deserve him.” “What’s the matter with you, Maura?” Kat asked. “She did nothing wrong with you. Then why the hell do you always want to be her bad luck?” “Don’t you think you’re speaking a lot more than I would like you to, dear Katy?” She glared at him. “I know you’re well aware of how I can shut your damn business if you keep taking her side.”

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

The greatest danger comes not from without, but from within. Laura closed the book with shaking hands. The warning echoed in her mind as she thought of the four Alphas she was inexplicably bound to—Dante with his savage strength, Lucian with his cold authority, Zephyr with his hidden curse, and Nikolai with his secrets and guilt. And somewhere out there was Kieran, her former mate, possibly dabbling in forbidden magic to find her. She carefully returned the book to its shelf and hurried from the library. The mansion corridors were a flurry of activity as she made her way to her room. A maid had already packed her few belongings into a small trunk.