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Then he tells me. Not everything at once. Not in order. Pieces, like shells washed up after a storm. Berlin vaults. Auctions. Mafias. A weapon called the swarm. A woman named Sofia who laughed like sunlight and died saving her daughter. A girl named Elena who almost burned the world to feel clean. A choice—mercy over vengeance—made in a crumbling palazzo in Rome. He speaks of blood and betrayal and nights when they thought they wouldn’t see another sunrise. He speaks of love—fierce, desperate, the kind that survives when everything else burns. He speaks of coming here—three broken men with nothing left but each other—and deciding to stay.

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

He placed the bouquet of roses he still held beside him, examining the titles of the books one by one. Legal Systems, Introduction to Criminology, Victimology, Psychosocial Criminology, Civil Code... He skimmed through all the scattered books. All of the books contained heavy topics. Was all these books the woman's lecture material? When he was in college, he majored in Criminology, so he understood a little about these books. He made sure that he has returned the book to the position before—right on the page Nikki left— and not tidying it up for fear that she still needed it, he took a look around. Did that woman live alone? He even just realized that in the woman's apartment, he did not fi

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

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“I’m supposed to kill him after he didn’t tell me about the drugs even after bribing him by taking him to his dream destination. But he’s so sexy and good at bed, so how could I kill him?” The green-haired woman pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing that she never answered Knives’s call. Wishing that she just stayed there in her car near Olivia’s condominium with her. Wishing that she never entered the world of crime if she would just end up listening to her rival talk about how sexy the head scientist of her drug supply operation was. “Are you even for real right now?” Dakota asked, exhaustion already evident in her voice as she closed her eyes. “Yeah. I hate how you never told me that he

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

Blood Ties BY TANYA HUFF This is a great series that creates a love triangle of amazing power and tension. Blood Trail, Blood Price, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt. Victoria Nelson is a former cop forced to leave the force because of vision loss. She becomes a private eye in Toronto who often works with an active-duty cop, Celluci, who is clearly romantically interested in her. But she also teams up with Henry Fitzroy, the gorgeous bastard son of Henry VIII — and a 400-year-old vampire. (He works as a romance writer in the books, and as a graphic novelist in the TV series.) The three of them solve crimes, almost always with a supernatural twist. But the best part in both the books and t

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.