Novel & Cerita Robert Crais Books

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe) Book 1: Tryss (In Progress) Book 2: Reya (In Progress) Book 3: Raven (In Progress)

"It would be no imposition at all. In fact, it would be my pleasure." His hand, which had been resting on the table, shifted slightly closer to mine. Not touching, but close enough to be noticeable. Alessio's eyes tracked the movement like a predator tracking prey. "Massimo, tell Rhaena about your travels," Sandro suggested, apparently not noticing the tension. "You just returned from Asia, didn't you?" And Massimo was off, regaling me with stories about his recent trip through Japan and Thailand, making sure to angle his body toward me, to maintain eye contact, to occasionally touch my arm lightly when making a point.

The glow from the candles flickered off the polished chrome of the vibrator I held like a loaded weapon—warm, pulsing, ready. The scent of sandalwood curled through the room, mingling with the thick anticipation bleeding into my skin. The soft leather cuffs, the vibrating wand, the nipple clamps with the delicate pink-gold chain—I laid them all out like a sensual ritual.

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

The former Raven had gone rigid, her eyes wide as the blood pattern beneath her hand began to pulse with an eerie red glow. "Valeria?" Casie called, moving toward her with instinctive concern. "Stay back," the woman warned, her voice strained. "The pattern is... reactive. Krane knew more than he should have, not about the tear, but about the three of you. It appears he had documents on the prophecy or at least six interpretations of it.” "Documents about the prophecy?" Casie felt her blood run cold. Through their bond, she sensed both her mates' alarm sharpening to focus. "What kind of documents?"

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.

Again. Nothing should've intrigued me in this house because everything about this place was bad luck. But here I was, snooping around. And now, I slowly pushed the door wider. It made a very low creak sound. I stepped inside, scanning around the room. It was a stiff space. Almost lifeless. It looked like an office—large desk, a leather chair, bookshelf with over a hundred books, a thick expensive-looking carpet at the center. The dim light didn't allow me to see the room fully. But I could make out that the paintings on the walls were all in black, white, and gray. Some piece didn't make any sense, as it was an empty canvas hung on the wall.