Deadly Liaisons Novels & Stories

"What if i fumble? What if i make the press talk and the talks are not exactly beneficial to him or his company? What if he finds out i have alopecia and looks at me as a monster who tricked him! What if ---" "Slow down! Lia! I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you? Think like a fucking gold digger here! Bad bitches don't do second guesses, they grab opportunities that present themselves. I'm not saying i agree with this, but -- we are already here at this point, you can't back down now."

After a month of agony, Lia was more than ready for Yondu to meet his maker. Lia's eyes were fixed on the bottle, her lips a tight line. It looked like any ordinary perfume bottle, but inside was a lethal concoction—used syringes from HIV patients, their blood swirling together. "Yondu," she whispered, a venomous promise, "you're going to regret crossing me." She had only three days left at Ferguson Group, so she had to make her move. She needed to make Yondu feel the pain, to inject this nightmare into his veins on her final day.

The room seemed to close in, the air heavy with the weight of his words. "Also, I care less about it because now I have nothing to do with her, she's a killer of my parents." The revelation landed like a sledgehammer, the gravity of his words echoing in the shadows. The dangerous undercurrents of the situation surged, threatening to drown us all in a sea of irreparable consequences. Jasmine rolled her eyes in frustration. Her amusement at my suffering painted a macabre backdrop to the tense exchange. The room now crackled with a palpable danger, and the malicious delight in Jasmine's eyes heightened the gravity of the situation.

Because undeniably, he wasn’t a good man; she was perfectly aware of it, yet it didn’t change how insanely attracted to him she was. “You’re evil,” she mumbled into Eton's chest. “How do you turn me into such a nympho?” She felt more than heard Eton's laugh. “It’s not my fault you’re a kinky little shit, Curly.” “I’m starting to think you have a thing for my hair,” Kaia said. “Whatever gave you that idea?” Eton said, running his hand through her curls. They fell into a silence that shouldn’t have been so comfortable. “Have you ever killed anyone?” Kaia murmured, trailing her slender fingers down Eton's muscular arm.

My hands roamed over her body endlessly, squeezing and memorizing all the curves. I almost believed us. I almost believed we could be, before realized dawned on me. Laila wasn't just any girl, she was Fort's girlfriend, his ex, and I'm not to cross the boundary, to betray brotherhood by having anything to do with her. I pulled back abruptly, the moment my senses returned. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded, breathing heavily, as if I never liked it. To be honest, I enjoyed every moment of it, every second, but I didn't want her to know about it. I didn't want to sell the idea to her.

The notion that her shared appearance with Lia could potentially be utilized as leverage against Alex's cold and guarded demeanor held an undeniable allure. "He truly despises this face because it belongs to me," Lisa acknowledged, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and bitter resentment. "In his eyes, I am the one who took Lia away from him. I am the one responsible for her demise." Lillian's raised eyebrow conveyed surprise and curiosity, prompting a direct and piercing question. "Did you kill her?" Lisa paused, her thoughts drifting momentarily to the truth that lay buried within her soul. Memories surged forward, evoking visceral images of the fateful day, followed by her resolute ans

“You’re not talking about intimidation, are you? You’re talking about eradication.” Lia smiled faintly, though it wasn’t a smile of kindness. “I don’t deal in half measures. Not anymore.” Her hand slid across the photographs, stopping on a particular one Ken’s closest consiglieri, a man whose name alone carried weight in the underworld. “Each one of them dies. Publicly, brutally. And I pray Ken is standing beside them when it happens. Because if fate is merciful, he’ll die with them. And if not…” Her eyes narrowed, voice like a blade. “…then he will watch his empire bleed out in front of him before I finish what I started.”

Though, now that I think about it, being someone’s mate doesn’t really mean that much to me so I wonder why he is kinda scared of Alicia. Does she have leverage over him? At the same time, Lia and Alicia finally came out of the room. Were they getting themselves off? I mean with all the hot and heavy talk of the sex. They probably got horny and used out of Lia’s fancy dildos collection. It is quite an interesting collection. Sometimes, Lia and I pick it out together online. Oh, are you surprised that wolves like us know stuff about the internet. Oh, I get it. Lia blinked in surprise when she saw Dylan and Alina sitting together.

Lia *** Trigger Warning *** Pain surged through me, tears blurring my vision as I witnessed my mate being pleasured by another woman, someone who wasn’t me. The sight seared into my mind, a dagger twisting in my heart. I gasped for air, each breath a struggle against the agony of his betrayal. His climax echoed in my ears as he released himself down her throat, a gut-wrenching sound that intensified my anguish. Determination burned within me, vowing to punish her for daring to touch what belonged to me. With a wicked smile, he whispered, “We’re not finished yet, sweetheart,” as he sat down, forcefully guiding her onto his throbbing member.

“…then Damian has been living under the same roof with his ‘dead’ wife.” The investigators exchanged glances. Lysandra’s smile sharpened. “And he doesn’t even know.” She turned toward the window, thinking rapidly now. “Oh this…” “This could be very useful.” Her eyes gleamed with something darker than jealousy. Something strategic. “Dig deeper,” she ordered coldly. “I want confirmation.” The investigator hesitated. “If we’re right… this could start a war.” Lysandra smiled slowly. “Then let’s make sure we’re right.” Because if Seraphina Blackwell was alive… Then Damian Blackwell had been lied to for five years. And Lysandra had just discovered the most explosive secret in the entire mafia worl