Fanfiction Csi Novels & Stories

Monday came too slowly and too quickly at once. Sophia sat in the front row this time—deliberately. Short gray skirt, white button-down tied at the waist, no bra. She’d spent the weekend exactly as he’d ordered: no touching herself, feeling his dried come flake away only in the shower this morning. The ache between her legs had been constant, a delicious reminder. Professor Grant didn’t look at her during the lecture. Not once. His voice was steady, commanding the room as always, dissecting symbolism in Caravaggio with that deep, precise tone that made her thighs clench.

] Zayn texts as he waits for her response. [Let's use the 'half truth, half lie' formula] [And what exactly is that?] Zayn almost always forgets that Cassandra was a fanatic of books and literature and the concept of rebirth. She would know a lot of things, he thought. [Let's tell them I found the sprinkler and wanted to contact the control room to put it down. But we met in the corridor, u went to the restroom and I tell you I heard someone struggle in the room]

“I саn’t complain too muсh, CSI nutѕ оr not, аt least thе team I wоrk wіth аrе gеnuіnе. Nо аѕѕhоlеѕ. Nо crime ѕсеnе соllесtоrѕ оr frеаkѕ. Just gооd реорlе.” Hе’ѕ lucky. Thеrе аrе a fеw bаd eggs in the dеtесtіvе саgе. It’ѕ thе ego thаt gеtѕ tо thеm. Wе all gеt суnісаl, but thеrе’ѕ оnе guу іn раrtісulаr whо has lоѕt hіѕ sense of rеѕресt fоr victims.

“What does it even look like?” I sighed. “The journal is everything we know about Ciara. Her time before being captured by the Dark Alpha, her time in the lab, the experiments and transformations, the battles she fought In, Timelines, family tree, original pack. Everything. It’s a tattered looking book with 399 scratched into the cover.”

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

Blake didn’t give those easily—well, not that I had heard since possessing Cassie’s body. "Come on," he said, his hand finding mine. "Let's go home." "Do you have my ripped panties?" I whispered as we left the alley. Blake turned to grin at me. "Why do you care?" "I would rather not leave my DNA at the scene of the crime." I couldn't imagine anyone picking them up. "Crime? You watch way too much CSI," Blake said, pulling the torn scrap of lace from his pocket and dangling it in front of me like evidence. "Besides, I put them in my pocket."

CHAPTER 22 CASSIAN'S POV My fingers are wrapped tightly around my glass of whiskey, as I bring it to my lips. That is the only thing that seems to keep me sane at this point. I am thinking about more than enough. And it is enough to make me run mad at the same time. There are almost a hundred files waiting for me on the table, and I cannot bring myself to even go through them. My mind is still worried about everything that is happening with Nova. The ladies of the pack are not even hiding their level of disgust towards her. They do not like her.

Ciara POV After Simon’s cruel parting words, sleep was impossible. I sat on the floor of the guest bedroom with my laptop, phone, and a bottle of wine I barely touched. My hands shook as I typed her name: Jess Voss. A million thoughts flooded my mind. What happened to Jess? Did Cain destroy her? Did he hide her? Did Simon love her too? The first article appeared within minutes. I read it aloud. “Business Associate Linked to Cain Hale Vanishes After Corporate Leak”

She never liked to be forced to do anything and it starts with these small things. "You can't go out. And don't even think about running away because I will definitely find you." He said and let go of her hand harshly. But Cassandra was more determined to do exactly what he told her not to. She left the room with fiercer eyes. She can't hold back any more. There are bigger debts she has to pay and she got haunted for ten years because of it. It has been long enough and if what she has to do to get back to her hometown and payback is running away from a famous international mafia? Then be it.

My lip curls under my teeth, and I find myself settling into Cassian's seat and reaching for his laptop. If he's right, and Jason didn't post the videos, then why hasn't he reached out? And why do I feel Cassian's excitement growing with each click of the keyboard? True to his words, there is no scandal. No articles of the young assistant who has an interesting past life, no blogs or call outs. The streets of Onlyfans stay quiet, and it stills my heart. My eyelids flutter shut, but they snap open again, and now I have a new problem.