Fanfiction Csi Miami Novels & Stories

Cia just smiled weakly watching him leave, later he will take revenge. "It's okay, Eros. You can wait for me outside. Alan will be here in a moment." Eros nodded, and he handed over a folder containing cooperation files. After Eros left, Cia casually sat on the secretary's chair and played on her cell phone. Back then, when he wanted to create a social media account, Zeno fiercely prohibited it. So, Zeno allowed his wife to create a fake account and only display photos of animals. This is Cia, with an account called 'moonflower' which has a crescent moon on it.

“Dimitri being gone reminded me of the time he went to war in Chicago. The Outfit tried to kill us all at the Black and White Ball by blowing up the hall next door, then kidnapping Dimitri’s mother afterwards. When he came back from that, he wasn’t the same. My husband was still there, though; trapped under all the torture and blood. So I want to warn you that, depending on how all of this goes, Kieran might not be the same when he returns.” Amaranthe’s words are like a shock to her system. She should have expected it, though; she knew that. Kieran was a mafioso, a bad guy with an even worse reputation. Giving Amaranthe a tight smile, she takes a sip of her iced tea. “I sort of figured that

Some young girls sulked over this sweet scene, some cursing Mia inside their hearts, yet they knew they never could reach Mia or Miles. They proved to everyone with their love because they are beyond their reach; they made for each other. *****THE END***** Check out my book " Chained by a possessive mafia's love." " His crazy Mrs. Knight " More books are coming soon; stay tuned for more books.

“Every fracture in my bones that night was another nail in our marriage. You didn’t just betray me as a wife—you betrayed your own humanity for someone like Vivian.” At the mention of Vivian, Bastian suddenly looked up, a flicker of anger returning. “That woman! She ran! She left me when the police came! She took what little money I had left!” “Of course she left. Parasites don’t stay when the host is dying,” Casandra said calmly. She then pulled out a photograph from the folder. It showed her former “Dream Team” laughing together in front of their new headquarters—now called C-Legacy Tower.

Cassidy's POV Mia's eyes widened, but she laughed supportively. "Edges? Damn, girl—sounds hot. As long as it's safe and consensual, I'm here for it. Just watch out for Mom—she's toxic. And if Dante hurts you? I'll kick his ass." We chatted more—her sharing about a bad date, me venting Mom's kicks—her friendship a balm amid the ache. I texted Dante mid-convo: "Edged at cafe lunch—direct touch under table, public with Mia across chatting about us. Water play fantasy: dock bound, flogged ass, fingered then fucked hard in open, lake risk turning me on. So close, stopped—aching desperately, Sir. Told Mia a bit—she's supportive but worried." His reply: "Taboo and wet—perfect for my sub. With Mia t

“Yes. Since Zeno’s recipe is a little sweet, I did my best to enhance the flavor by adding milk.” “That’s why I could taste the milk better than chocolate, which is good,” Jake mumbled. Ciara immediately took the chicken sandwich before speaking. Her face is still serious and anxious about what happened. If I were in their situation, I would also be worried, so it’s understandable for them to act like this because we all know that they were after them because of their ranks in the Mafia Organization. “I called one of my agents to look for the person who did that. Because I’m confused as fuck who is planning to bring us down because there are so many opponents we have.” Ciara bites the chicke

I can feel it, Cassian is going to leave and this time I won't be able to stop him. The End It saddens me just to think that this story is over. I put so much work into it and I hope everybody reading it saw it. Otherwise I hope you enjoyed reading this book, it's my first to finish on this app. I have other works on W*****d under the same username feel free to check it out. But overall it's the third and the longest book I have so it holds a dear place in my heart. I would love to hear what you guys think about Maya and Cassian's story, and for any questions just hit me up on the comment section I will reply as soon as possible, and sorry for the finish but I wanted to end it in a cliffhang

But it was worse because Xere took over my consciousness and kept pushing me to return to the royal building. That was the last thing I wanted to do that night, especially after what I did with Ciara. I shouldn't have fucked her! My heart broke as I recalled how I had spiralled out of control and made her moan my name as I thrust into her. Now, I wasn't sure what was actually going on between Ciara and I. Was it the mate bond that Xere claimed to share with Ciara? Or was it my ridiculous desire to have her, just because my brother had once fucked her?

This is not just about the notebook she scribbles in when no one is watching. My gut tells me this is the behavior of a spy not quite good enough at her job, which is why I got Shane involved. Shane Griffin can dig out millennium-old skeletons buried at the bottom of the ocean, but he is also constantly flirting with the line between sanity and insanity. You have to catch him at the right time to get desirable results. It takes him a week to get anything substantial, which he relays to me over dinner at my house. "You were right," he says as a maid pours wine. The maid has barely left the table when Shane ogles her. "Do your house staff moonlight as models? That one looks like she gets her e

Her partner was taking his time with the coffee, probably giving her space for what he assumed was a personal call. "Casie." Elias's voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Where did you see these?" "Three crime scenes. Human victims. Someone's using our old ways to kill in my city." "Your city?" The question held layers of meaning she didn't want to unpack. "These aren't pack symbols, sister. They're older. Much older." The word 'sister' hit like a physical blow. She'd trained herself not to miss family, not to miss belonging somewhere. But hearing it again...