Novel & Cerita City Of Bones Connelly Novel

Meanwhile at the center of Bone lake city.... Dallion Cross strode through the bustling streets of Bone lake, a place known for its shady deals and underworld connections. It was a maze of alleys and crooked streets, a place where everything was obtained through blood or money. As his White leather shoes clicked on the cobblestones, men and women quickly moved out of his way, lowering their gazes in a mixture of fear and respect. Mr Cross was no ordinary man. In fact, in the dark underbelly of the city, he was considered more of a myth than flesh and blood. The Cross wasn’t just a nickname; it was a title he'd earned through merciless violence, executions, and a reputation that left most eit

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

“I was there in Spain, remember? You carried me out of the burning villa while bleeding from various places. You didn't stop to look back. You didn't hesitate to swear you'd never go back to that world.” The memory flickered. Smoke, screams, the collapsing roof. Nico's blood on his hands as he pulled him out. The girl in the corner of the room, her eyes hollowed out by fear. As the flames closed in he found himself dragging out both of them. Spain had been hell. And this felt colder. “Spain was war,” Connel said softly, adjusting the ring on his finger. “This is something else. Someone built this he'll just for me.” They slipped down the alley, but the safehouse was empty.

He’s looking right at me- I have such a terrible feeling about this. A portal opened several minutes later, and Eldon walked through alone looking rather aggrieved. The camp was full of soft chatter but came to an immediate halt. He walked up to the three of them and set a mesh bag full of bones at Conor’s feet and placed a skull on top of the bag. It was extremely silent. Oh no… I knew this was an awful idea! No one said anything but Conor could feel all eyes in the camp turn to him. Please don’t tell me. Conor looked from the bones at his feet up to Eldon who stood a few feet away with a grim face. No. It can't be…

I walked the driveway twice until the shaking stopped and then I climbed into the Rover and floored it downtown. The city blurred past in streaks of red and gold as I rolled the window down and let the wind rip through the cab. It didn’t help, actually nothing helped. Dad’s voice kept looping in my head: Settle down, Zane, stop embarrassing the family. Come back to the company like a good little heir. As if I ever wanted the chair behind that desk, as if Connor dying on that boat five years ago didn’t prove I destroy everything I touch.

I had severed my connection to the world, leaving my phone tucked away in a villa drawer; only my camera remained in my hand. Connor pulled me into his heat, his arms a familiar, grounding weight. At first, I sensed his worry—he thought I was masking my scent, pretending to be unbothered. But as he looked into my eyes, he saw only the calm of a predator who knows the terrain. I hadn't lost myself to the glitz of the city; I was still the wolf who knew how to survive the winter. "Are you certain you don't wish to retreat to the Vale Hills?" he murmured against my hair.

I could walk into that building and ask for a job and a year's salary upfront, and I could save my mother, and I could stop drowning. You are playing a dangerous game. My conscience. I recognized it. I also recognized that Connor despised Rafael. They were stepbrothers, and the hatred between them ran deep in both directions. If Connor found out I was working for Rafael, living in his orbit, carrying his name on my badge, he would go out of his mind. The thought settled in my chest and stayed there, warm and sharp and very satisfying. You are playing a dangerous game, Meris. That was my wolf this time. Different tone. Older, more careful.

"If something like this happens again, tell me right away. Don't take it all on yourself." Still, I didn't look back. I knew better than to depend on anyone but myself. … What I didn't expect was that this fight would give me the one piece of leverage I needed for revenge. Back in my quarters, Lena handed me a small pouch. She said, "Sophia dropped this amid the chaos. I grabbed it for you." I opened it, and instead of herbs, I found a folded note. It was a secret message plotting a conspiracy between Eddie and the Blackclaw pack.