Csi Fiction Novels & Stories

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

said Nichol, and Renata just silently sipped her coffee. ***

He reached over, grabbed a couple extra napkins, silently offered them to her, and continued to wait while she attempted to compose herself. "I don't know where to start." She sniffed, staring off into space while trying to figure out how to tell him. "How about the beginning?" Randy sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, watching her, like he was willing her to be truthful. Weak and exhausted and too damn scared to do this on her own, Cassie accepted that it was time. Knowing that she could fully trust Randy, a sense of calm came over her, and like an erupting volcano, the entire story spilled from her lips. Everything from the precognitive dream that mimicked her husband's indiscretio

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

Now, her sister and her fiancé were chasing him off around the corner where she could no longer see without using her IAC, and Cassidy began to wonder if there was anything she could do to be of help. “They’ll be all right,” Christian assured her, and when she looked up at him, he offered her a weak smile. There was something about him that Cassidy couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she’d never much cared for him. He’d always sort of given her the creeps. Now that she was locked in a tiny room with him, she hoped she wouldn’t find out exactly what it was that had made her uneasy all those times before. Of course, she realized, if she really was a dominant Hunter and not a Vampire, then sh

Him at his desk, me on the armchair, the lamp warm between us, the water outside going dark as the evening wore on. Nica appeared at some point with tea for me and a fresh coffee for Ciro without either of us asking for anything. I read. Or tried to. I was aware of him the whole time in that low level constant way that I had completely given up pretending wasn’t there. The occasional sound of him turning a page. The way he pressed two fingers to his jaw sometimes when he was reading something that needed more thought. The one time he exhaled slowly through his nose and reached for his coffee and I felt it like a shift in temperature from across the room.

He was about to lean back from the hug but I didn't let him move. "Stay like this for a minute Chim." I locked him within my arms for a few long minutes. I call Travis, chim. Because, why not? "You won against That Jerk Eros." Travis exclaimed and I can't believe that I won against Eros. My bunny must be feeling sad. Not mine to be exact but still all the characters I have read in the novel are mine, I mean I read the novel in my phone, the phone is mine so are the characters in the novel.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️