Novel & Cerita Csi Fiction

The air inside the warehouse was oppressive, heavy with the metallic scent of blood and unspoken tension. Carla's boots clicked on the cement floor as she paced with a restless intensity, her shadow stretching long in the dim light of the room. Each step seemed to repeat the cacophony that was still so vivid in her head: the screams, the gunfire, and the faces of the men she lost.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

I thought that I would feel something, but I didn't. How could I not feel something? I just killed the woman that was made for me to love and nothing. I began to wonder if she was my destined mate at all. I didn’t even feel the bond breaking. In the years to come after that, I never got serious with anyone. I went to clubs and had plenty of woman but never the same one twice. I started building my empire, both above board and criminal. Henry and I created The Damascus Group and used the money we made to fund our criminal empire. We had always been very careful and then I met Tabitha.

My day had started off bleak, but walking beside this handsome stranger just makes it all feel worth it…if murder is ever truly worth it. My footsteps slow as we approach the exit. “Are you okay?” Axel slows too. Cassian has killed for me. What's to stop him from doing it again? “I just…this is where we part ways, that's all.” I swallow. “Is it? I could drive you home, if that's okay.” “You're too kind, but I'm not even going home.” His head tilts, blue eyes dimming with concern. “Work?” “No. A bookstore.”

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm