Novel & Cerita Fiction Drama Books

It couldn't possibly be. Weariness overwhelmed me. I stood, swaying slightly. I don't think I'd slept well since I entered my name as a claiming bride. I perused the books. I'd never seen any of the titles or authors. I didn't even know so many books existed in the world.

He shrugged. “I didn’t say I would be yours.” I squeaked because I hadn't. All I had done was agree to spend some time with him. A few days, he said. I had never once agreed that I would be his any longer than that. Now in the books I devoured, the women in these situations were always offered money. It was something I had never really understood, but it was hot anyway. On paper. If The Judge had offered me money to spend a week with him, I would have found some way of hurting him.

“You know what The Outfit did to your sister, what are you going to do about this?” Luca Bianchi had his henchman kidnap and rape Danielle. This was the reason she was so hard today - they broke her over the course of three weeks. He clenched his fist, remembering how she looked when they returned her; her spark was gone and replaced by a broken spirit with a thirst for blood.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

Sherly's frown deepened as she studied the evidence Maria gave her. Hanna, the person she had taken under her wing, one of the aids she trusted, appeared to be involved in activities that betrayed the trust Sherly had placed in her. This is not the first one. She had warned her before, but now, if this is not addressed carefully, it will give him a lot of headaches. The photographs captured are meetings and exchanges between Hanna and the mafia she doesn't like. At first, she didn't want to get involved with it, but seeing this, it couldn't be helped.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

the main idea was to kill you or sell you, but we decided to wait to see how everything evolved, and you see, you have a chance to live, isn't that good news? I understand and I think it's good news, sir. May I ask a question? - No. We're finished. Go to your room and then you will receive further instructions. The meeting ended quickly after the chief's last words. Finally Maria de la Cruz went to her room and asked for a book to read and entertain herself, as she couldn't have a cell phone or anything technological to make contact with the social world, Rosa was really very kind and brought her a very interesting book by "Isabel Allende, La Isla Bajo El Mar", with this excellent literature

There was no escape here—not that I was planning one. Not yet. I needed information. The library was my first destination. It was massive—floor-to-ceiling shelves, a rolling ladder, leather chairs positioned beneath tall windows. Old-world power lived in rooms like this. I traced my fingers along the spines, letting the calm settle my nerves. Books didn’t lie. People did. I was halfway through skimming a volume on Italian political history when footsteps sounded behind me. “You won’t find the truth in those pages.” I didn’t turn immediately. “That’s funny. I was thinking the same about people.”

But that didn't mean I couldn't at least try to help her. “I know,” I heaved. “She'll work any other case, Boss... just not cases like these.” Just not rape and trafficking cases. I could feel anxiety swimming through my body, as Rafael's eyes bored into mine, burning me with an intense gaze. There was so much tension in the air, that you could cut it with a knife. “Fine,” he muttered finally. “I'll talk to her.”