Novel & Cerita Criminal Book 1

Copyright ©️ 2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ Hey guys, thanks for giving so much love and support for my book Psycho Mafia season 1. So my lovelies, I welcome you all to the second season of Psycho Mafia 2. Just like the first season, this book is full of drama, action, romance and thriller. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

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.

It wasn’t the right time. "The things we booked will arrive in the morning okay. Its Sunday tomorrow, let’s go city hunting. Picnic hmmm"? He combed Liam's hair with his fingers, trying to tone down his thumping heart. He was Jeffery's baby brother. Lucas was a mafia. He shouldn’t involve Liam in all his mess. He should not involve Liam in the game of death.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

She kissed him back, eagerly drowning in his soul-quenching lust as he wrapped an arm around her waist, carving her into his chest. Unsure if she was edging for his taste or the wine on his tongue, she grasped onto his shoulders as he stole every breath from her, fondling her backside and rubbing their sexes together. He reached under her thighs, attempting to hoist her onto his hips but the chains pulled at her ankles. "Ouch!" She threw her head back, reaching for the agonizing sprain. Kaelric sat her on the vanity and knelt before her, gripping the chains around his knuckles and breaking them with his bare hands.

he barked, hand jerking toward his holster. I ignored him, aimed at the cruiser’s front tire, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, loud and sharp, and the tire hissed as it flattened. I dropped the gun, raising my hands as the officer charged toward me, his face red with fury. He grabbed my wrists, snapping cuffs on me so tight they bit into my skin. Damon stepped forward, hands up. “Take me too, officer. We're partners in crime.” The officer shoved him back. “Stay where you are!”

Two minutes later, he was dead. Two shooters. No security footage. No witnesses. No suspects. And even now, a prosecutor with decades of enemies, his case remained unsolved. The NYPD called it a mafia hit, but no family ever took credit. No names were ever whispered. She poured herself a double shot of whiskey that night, let it burn down her throat like liquid armor, and told herself she didn’t care. It wasn’t the first lie she’d told herself. And it wouldn’t be the last. —

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance