Dolores Cannon First Book Novels & Stories

And now, Alessia Romano has that timing. A girl with fire in her bones and rebellion in her eyes. A girl desperate enough to reach out to a dead woman for help. A girl who didn’t yet know that her fiancé was the very devil she feared. Catalina sealed the USB in a thick envelope, marking it with a single elegant “A.” Then she kissed the seal with her red lips. “You want out, little princess?” she whispered. “Then let me show you the door… and the demons behind it.”

the madame said. Camilla smiled, it seemed she had gotten her ally. The madame would be very useful to her, she thought to herself. "thank you, I will keep that in mind" she told the madame. "Now, I am sure you came in here for breakfast, come and have a seat, I will serve you breakfast" she told Camilla. "Thank you" Camilla said as she sat down and prepared to have her breakfast. ……….. Camilla was sitting on Dante's bed reading a book, she was bored out of her mind. She wished she could be anywhere but in this room.

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

27 I won’t lie about what I do and don’t remember. The eye in my forehead flutters like a black moth caught in a bad dream, fetching the images that shadow the back of my mind. Because the cliff-edge dividing what was and what is…the ink dot that bleeds in place before the line changes course. It starts falling down right about here. We made waffles and we burned them. And then my mother told me about Uncle Steve. ***

Author’s POV As Dolores ran out of the mansion, adrenaline pumping through her veins, her stomach flipped when the courtyard came into sight. Don Romano stood there, like a fire-breathing dragon with a strip of white tape across his nose, surrounded by a group of guards all with guns cocked and pointed at him. She froze, her eyes wide; relief flooded her system—at least it wasn’t Bruno. With a sigh, she placed a hand over her chest, ready to turn and retreat.

“Slow down, Lola. We have–” Tearing my hair free from his hands, I ran mine down his chest, dropping them lower and lower without ever losing eye contact. I cupped him through his jeans. Dion was hard against the buttons of his jeans. Hard and long and thick. My mouth watered as I remembered the feel of him plunging into me for the first time. I wanted that again. That untenable pleasure of being stretched and filled by a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Shaking my head, I squeezed harder.

I got to my room and was made to wear an extremely skimpy red dress. My cleavages had nowhere to hide and my laps were glimmering through the black net leggings I was asked to wear. I looked like a full-time stripper. We got to the first casino, the second, the third. The moment we entered the fourth I began to feel dizzy. This time, Lorenzo didn't enter with me, he stayed at the door. While I went around distributing, I felt the urge to throw up. I rushed outside, handed the bag to Lorenzo, and threw up in a corner.

4 Claire was a bubbly cheerful girl. Since her parents weren’t around at the moment, the house was filled with constant laughers. I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

Emma could feel him even before she saw him. His alluring cologne, the warmth of his body, the intensity of his stare on her back. A wave of shivers traveled down her spine as she heard the faint click of the lock. The poor girl stiffened knowing what awaited her. Soon his footsteps grew louder and her heart began to beat faster. As she heard the subtle rustle of his clothes, she clasped the expensive fabric of her dress a little too tightly in nervousness. He was getting undressed. Her body tensed, hazel eyes shut in sheer dread.