Deadly Liaisons Novels & Stories

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

Sofia snapped furiously, "The one you should be apologizing to isn't me, but Rosanna! You caused her death, hers and your child's! You piece of trash! Serves you right for not having a wife and child. You deserve to be alone and drowning in your regrets for the rest of your life! "I'm telling my father and the Carlotta family everything, and I'll also have my father terminate the partnership with the Carlotta family! So what if you're the future Don of the Carlotta family? No matter how rich or influential you are, there's no way I'm going to spend the rest of my life married to the murderer who killed my best friend!" Wiping dry her tears, Sofia stormed off, leaving Luciano crumpled on the

Riley stressed the failed relationship. She continued, "It was the one you had with Zain. And it was barely for six months. He dumped your fucking ass after realizing how dumb you were." "At least I am not the one with daddy issues. I didn't kill my father after fucking him each night while my stepmother was still alive, and I am not a wolfless shediot," Lia retorted. "That's low!" someone yelled from the crowd that had gathered. "And I'll go lower," I responded, walking to stand in front of Lia.

Jasmine had been an assassin for six years, even before she came to New York City looking for greener pastures, as she said. Ria met her four years ago, and they had hit it off immediately, yet Jasmine only told Ria about her job last year. The poor girl was still getting used to it–late-night arrivals, bloodstains, dangerous weapons hidden behind the closet, and, worst of all, the guilt of knowing someone who murdered people for a living. "Accepting one job wouldn't do anything to ruin my wedding, and why do I feel you are looking forward to it more than the bride herself?" Jasmine stared at her friend, who was pouting.

and when I get tired of you, I will just take you to Leo Levine, so that he can use you and do whatever he wishes for. A wave of nausea rolled through me. My body trembled with rage and fear. Dominic moved in front of me, shielding me completely. His voice was lethal. "If you even think about touching her, I will rip you apart." Patrick laughed, pressing the gun harder against Dominic’s head. "That’s the thing, Dominic. You won’t be able to do anything once you’re dead." Patrick’s smirk widened as he pressed the gun harder against Dominic’s temple. “No, Dominic. Do you know why Leo Levine won’t hesitate to kill you?” He let out a dark chuckle, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “Because you

And at night, you said you couldn't sleep with her in the room, so the nanny was the one staying up with her. I continued coldly, "As a mother, what have you done? You put sleeping medications in her milk bottle just so you could go on a date with your lover. You killed her." Sandra shot to her feet, her face flushed with indignation. "We're not lovers! Shawn and I are just close friends." I scoffed. "Is that what you call 'close friends' these days? Kissing another man in your own home while your husband's around?" Shawn stood up and said, "A sleeping pill isn't going to do anything serious to a baby. She just needed a good night's rest. You're making this a big deal over nothing."

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23

“And your loverboy is having his first dance with his wife.” “He is ignoring me for that bloody bitch.” Lia said in a high pitch. “What’s the point of shouting now? It was you who planted the idea of contract marriage in his mind. You don’t know what kind of stupidity you have done!!” Jennifer spat and ended the call. Lia looked at the blank screen and then threw her phone on the bed. “You are gonna pay for this, Mishka.” ***

Splattered on the furniture and walls, dripping from the coffee table, puddled on the floor. And in the center of the bloody mess was the person she had sucked into pure destruction. She realized they would never truly know of her sordid tales and the mess she had created for everyone around her. However, she felt overwhelming guilt that her dark secrets were the reason for their demise. Who knew being in love could be so deadly? *** Six Months Earlier Emile Astor was a murderer.

Evangeline replied, recounting in her head every member who could match her skills. “No one can compare to the great Eve!” Damien insisted. “Plus, this very important target may be of interest to you.” Evangeline scratched her head, feeling an incoming migraine. “Let me guess. Another cheating boyfriend or husband? Ambitious business partner? Rich people’s spoiled children?” ‘Very important’ could only mean a large sum of profit for Damien. His tone was animated, “Better than those.” This seemed to really excite the man so that Evangeline could almost hear a genuine laugh.