Ciaphas Cain Series Novels & Stories

Ava closed her eyes, the memory of Dominic’s hands on her waist and the heat of his gaze flashing through her mind. "I need a real plan," Cain continued, his voice echoing with a greed. "You need to get into his computer. Hack his bank accounts. I want him bled dry. I want him on his knees." Ava said nothing. She stared at her reflection in the darkened window, seeing a stranger looking back. "Ava?" Cain’s voice dropped, becoming laced with a poisonous suspicion. "Or has it already happened? Have you actually fallen for the man who killed your brother?"

“Are you not getting down? Hailey voice jerked him out of his thought. Hailey had alighted from the car and already reached the entrance , Cain was still in the car while the chauffeur already opened up the car door for him to alight He slowly took his bag and hesitated before slipping out of the car. Hailey heaved a sigh before walking into the house, he took his feet and finally walked behind her. Cain was more surprised at the internal structure and designs, The beauty was nothing compared to the Lincoln’s home. He began to wonder why Cassidy had pushed Hailey into the Rothschild instead of herself, she would have got to enjoy all the riches but Cain knew she doesn’t want to stoop so low

“Look around, there is nobody around here to save you.” Penn smarted. “That was what you thought when you killed that boy and I was there, someone might come upon us.” Cain smiled faded away as he growled at Penn. “You do not have survival instincts, you should be begging me to spare you, no matter what you have to do to make sure I kept you alive.” “I never beg.” Penn returns then laughed. “You want me to tell lies and betray my father. It will never happen.” Cain felt really frustrated, he wanted to do nothing more than kill Penn who was before him, he also needed the information which Penn could provide about the resistance. “I do not want lies, I want the truth. Tell me what Vallas's con

he replies, way too calmly. “Who are you?” “Cain Winchester.” My pulse jumps. “Winchester?” I squint against the light, trying to pry my lids open. The pain returns instantly and I curse, slamming them shut again. Please don’t be that Cain Winchester. Because if it is… then I’ve officially fucked up. Everyone knows the Hollowbane Pack. And Cain Winchester? He used to lead the infamous Blue Hill Pack before he joined them. Rumor has it he's the most dangerous lone Alpha wolf in Ashridge Hollow.

My eyes are heavy and my body feels like a weighted blanket is sitting on-top of me but I don't care. I already know what's happening I have had numerous amounts of chloroform injected into my system by Africans. I don't even dream; it's like every other time: pain, shots being fired, the hairs on my back sticking up because I don't know how to feel when they walk in, the accident before my brothers last words were 'I love you, Casey' strikes my head, and I can't wake up.

Piece by piece and faction by faction, the arrangement mirrored the balance of the city: kings and queens and pawns caught within a game beyond their own doing. He reached for his coffee, the porcelain cup warm against his fingertips. He took a slow sip, savoring the moment. Vito and Arnulfo had shown themselves capable of stirring chaos, but chaos was Victor's favorite terrain. He thrived in it, maneuvering the disorder to his advantage.

Cain snarled as he kicked Cassian in the abdomen before the punch landed, loosening his right hand in the process. Cassian was sent flying yet again, and Cain doubled down. He wasn't going to give Cassian the chance to survive once more. Even as Cassian's body barreled through the air, he ran after Cassian, getting ready to break Cassian's spine even before his body landed on the floor. The spine was one of the most vital parts of the human body. Once it was broken, it didn't matter how powerful Cassian was. He would still be rendered a cripple. And that way, Cain could slowly torment him to death.

I thought that I would feel something, but I didn't. How could I not feel something? I just killed the woman that was made for me to love and nothing. I began to wonder if she was my destined mate at all. I didn’t even feel the bond breaking. In the years to come after that, I never got serious with anyone. I went to clubs and had plenty of woman but never the same one twice. I started building my empire, both above board and criminal. Henry and I created The Damascus Group and used the money we made to fund our criminal empire. We had always been very careful and then I met Tabitha.

"Your knee. Elias can treat it. Go to Alpha City. Surrender yourself. Give up Marcus's intelligence. Your name will be entered into the war criminal registry. But it does not warrant death. Whether you go or not. You decide." She did not look back. The door closed behind her. At the gates of the estate, Cain stood waiting. He wore no armor. The sleeves of his black civilian tunic were rolled up to his elbows. Exposing the old scar on his forearm. The one he had brought out of the forge. Not the burn on his right shoulder. The chilblain scar she had discovered on the back of his hand. He was waiting for her. She had walked the mountain paths through the entire night. Her boots were caked in m

Stefan whispered weakly, his face aged with exhaustion. He and Cynthia lay there on the sofa, utterly defeated. Cain had intended to settle accounts with Evan right from the start. They had been the ones hiding the truth about Evan severing ties with them, keeping it from everyone. If their act of deception wasn't enough, the fact that their decision to lie had indirectly led to the death of Cain's son, Gabriel, meant that Cain would definitely make them pay in blood. And he certainly wouldn't spare Evan. They were done for.