Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Csi Miami

Madison busied herself with plates, unaware or choosing not to see the current crackling across the kitchen. Breakfast passed in a haze of small talk. Madison chatted about her plans for the day, but I barely heard her. Mason sat across from me, his foot occasionally brushing mine under the table. Each contact felt intentional. Electric. When Madison stepped out to take a call in the living room, the tension snapped tighter.

Despite bringing her flowers, candies, and breakfast, I doubted she saw us as even the slightest bit friendly. After what happened with Jasmine, I forbade myself from having female friends. I’d always end up getting intimate with them and then walking away. But with Ciara, I knew I'd have to be more friendly, especially since time was running out for me to win this bet. We were still a long way from Fiji, with plenty of time for conversation ahead of us. "Immaculate University of Journalism," I whispered to myself, realizing I hadn't heard of that university before.

It came out as a blast, and the Omega flinched but resumed wiping off his sweat almost Immediately. Ryder squeezed the paper in his grip, with clenched teeth. It was depressing. Ciara was lost or killed, he wasn't sure. But she wasn't in safe hands. Jason was in a mafia family made up of Italian crooks and cheats who are taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't remember anything from his past.

He almost insinuated that our relationship wasn’t supposed to be strong enough for her to call me. ‘’Well,’’ Mimi said and scoffed. ‘’I thought the same thing too. You guys hadn’t even spoken for a long time and she calls you just after she got stabbed by someone.’’ Sophia frowned. ‘’Agent Miles let me go as soon as he found out I wasn’t a part of the group. Like maybe we were all in a quad relationship or something. Mehn, honestly I was really freaked out. It made me start thinking of Pretty Liars and Alison who faked her death, although I don’t know this Sandra.

Kian shrugged, hiding the book behind his back. Mia sighed. She felt a sudden, crushing weight in her chest. She turned and walked out. "I need air." She didn't go outside. She went to the lab. Cassandra was there, heavily pregnant (8 months). She was typing code with one hand and eating chocolate with the other. "Hey, fugitive," Cassandra spun her chair around. "I saw the news. Tuna?" "Tuna," Mia sat on the floor, hugging her knees. "You look sad," Cassandra noted. "Did you want it to be true?"

A loose wire, a forgotten line of code, a flaw in the logic. I began to work, my mind was clear, my focus narrowed to a singular point. I wasn't the scared, broken Catrina anymore. I wasn't even just Maria, the spy. I was a woman who had realized that her life was a stage-managed lie, and I was going to find the seams and tear them wide open.

“I want to go to your mirror room, Corian. I want you to dominate me. Just once more. I miss you.” I shook my head. Shawny might help in her twisted therapy-sex hybrid way, but she’s too hooked on me. And if we go there again, I guarantee everything turns into a scorned ex drama. As if I didn’t already have one ex to deal with. And right now? Only one woman’s got me feral…. Maddison Summers. The only one I wanna pin down and wreck, body and mind. “No.” She huffed, pulling back, all breathy and bratty.

❛I had all and then most of you, some and now, none of you; take me back to the night we met❜ — The Night We Met/ Lord Huron. — T O B I A S— “Fuck.” I cursed, hurling my phone against the wall in frustration. A week had passed since I last saw Gianna, and all my attempts to locate her had been in vain. I had managed to get her home address from her boss, only to discover that it was now part of a murder investigation—she hadn't been joking when she said she killed her boyfriend and his mistress. But right now, that wasn’t my primary concern. I was married, and even though the memories of that night were hazy, I just had to find her.

[Sierra's POV] Taking the dishes into the kitchen, I laid them down and leaned against the wall for a moment. I let out a sigh, thinking about what had occurred back at the dining table with Marc and Adrain. Really, was staying here such a good idea? These people stood by their names, their eyes and actions sending shivers down my spine. Even though the blow wasn't meant for me, I couldn't deny the fear that coursed through me with his footsteps growing nearer. And I had also bumped into Dominic. What if he had recognized me? I was really in a death trap, never expecting to be trapped with no way out like this. All I wanted was justice for my mother and to make them pay, not to be bound and

Graciela told them they could stay in the palace and come back with the other girls, but the girls had other plans, they said they weren’t coming back home because they have fallen in love with their companions. I can understand Fiona’s case, she is Dwayne’s mate, his one true mate. I’m sure she would not be able to deny the bond between them, but not Ciara. I wasn’t aware that she is mated to that guy, I had no idea why she would want to stay here with him, I guess she has fallen in love with him. That is the only explanation I could come up with. Although, now that I think about it, there is something different about Ciara. She seems to be glowing, like really glowing. If I didn’t know her