John Grisham Novel List Novels & Stories

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

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.

I turn my focus to the other sheet, confusion painting my face as I try to make sense of the text. It’s a long list of names, about twenty or so, crossed out in some parts, but the important ones are marked using bright red ink. “Jerry Simmons, Nicolo Gaza, Chris Guerrero, and,” my eyes trained on the last name encircled with a red pen. “Gavin… I’ve seen this name before.” Where have I seen it before? Wracking whatever’s left of my fatigue-fogged brain I try to focus on the name Gavin. “Oh damn,” scrambling from my position on the floor, I bolt up, ignoring the stabbing pain in my knee to run to the office. Not Dante’s office, but my office.