Csi Fiction Novels & Stories

Have you heard of them? Dante's face is grim. "No. But if they're what Connor thought they were—" "Then Victoria's crimes were just the beginning." Sera looks up at him. "We need to tell the tribunal." "Agreed." They find Agent Morrison in a conference room, reviewing evidence. When they show her the letter, her expression goes from curious to alarmed. "The Crimson Order," she says slowly. "I've heard rumors. Underground hunter organization, supposedly disbanded in the 1800s. But if they're back." She pulls out her phone, making calls. "I need to bring this to the tribunal immediately."

"You remind me so much of my wife. She's feisty, too, just like you." Once everyone was seated, Lance folded his arms on top of the table and looked over at Xander. "So, did Rory or Casen tell you anything?" Xander nodded. "As you know, Kalyssa's clinic was attacked and two of her employees were killed, but they were human. Thank goodness, Kalyssa wasn't there." Xander shook his head. "And in the newspaper, there was a murder that had all the earmarks of a witch execution. And now the attack here at your casino."

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

Please leave a comment on which title you’d like to read the most and why. “The Summers Series” - steamy, billionaire love stories ( there are mafia - billionaire as well ) #1 Viva Lust Vegas (Tiffany Summers’s story). Tiffany Cromwell was born into one of the oldest families in Britain and led a proper life. Until one day, she decided to go to Las Vegas and enjoy a bit of freedom before she had to go back to England and marry her soulmate — someone who would accept her despite her current situation. What she failed to foresee was that she would end up waking up in a bed with a sexy stranger. Imagine her surprise when the said stranger claimed to be her husband. Upon the death of his little

“That should be entertaining enough.” I made it halfway to the kitchen before a deep, familiar voice echoed behind me. “Crystal.” I skidded to a stop, my stomach flipping. Slowly, I turned to see Cassius standing at the end of the hall—blindfold in hand, lips curled in a slow, dangerous smirk. Shit. How did he get out of that so fast? Oh. I forgot he is a Mafia Lord. He took a step forward, twirling the silk scarf between his fingers. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

Beside her, Cassian emerged in a cut of charcoal that turned heads instantly. And heads did turn. Women on the sidewalk faltered mid-step, gazes catching on Cassian Wolfe like moths to flame, hunger flickering in their eyes. Men nearby weren’t immune to distraction either—though their stares slid to Zara, tracing the dark fall of her hair, the sharp emerald silk, and the wicked slash of red at her mouth. Desire hung in the air, blatant and unashamed. Neither of them cared. They walked side by side, pace matched, a line of fire cutting straight through the stares and whispers. As if the crowd didn’t exist. As if the only gravity in the world was the pull between them.

Third Person – POV Cris didn’t sleep much anymore. Not because he couldn’t—but because every time he closed his eyes, he saw Damien bleeding in the woods. Eyes black. Mind slipping. Teeth bared like something feral. He hadn’t said anything that night. But he’d seen something. Something more than the effects of wolfsbane. Something that hadn’t gone away. Something Damien was still hiding. ⸻ In the meantime, Cris threw himself into the hunt for Leif.

"The bond is strongest when all sides are equal." Elias offered to drive them back to the city, and soon they were heading down the winding forest road, leaving the cabin and its momentous events behind. In the backseat, Casie found herself sandwiched between her mates, their physical presence both comforting and overwhelming after the intensity of the past twenty-four hours. "You okay?" Rick asked quietly, his newly enhanced senses picking up on her tumultuous emotions. "Not really," she admitted. "Yesterday I was just Detective Blackwood with a secret. Today I'm part of a prophesied supernatural triad with two mates and apparently a destiny to bridge worlds."

THEO PERSEUS NOVELLIA Did I hear that right? I doubt this lady even knows my name as I haven’t given her a proper introduction. As I was too lost in her eyes, I was taken aback when Aurélie suddenly collapsed. My hand moving in instinct, I had caught her before her body could land on the hard ground. My knees instinctively buckled as her weight pressed against my forearm, She was unexpectedly light for her age. I couldn’t help but notice the ashes on the hems of her gown and the absence of any footwear on her feet. Her hair, too, was a mess, but despite all these imperfections, her natural beauty shone through. I found myself tracing the lines of her face with my eyes, getting lost in her be