Novel & Cerita Romance Crime

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

“My name is Camile. And know that I’ve got pepper spray and a pocketknife in my bag!” I crush her fingers in panic. Now this man is going to shoot us in the face. But, surprisingly, he lets out an ironic chuckle. “And who will the madams be betting on today?” Who? So there are people? They bet on people? I have no idea what this little shit is talking about, but I can’t act dumb. Bets. That’s what goes on here. A casino maybe. Illegal gambling? Fuck. This place must be full of criminals. That’s it. I doubt he asks this kind of cocky question to regulars who frequent this place.

The rage in his stillness said everything. Romano took another step forward. “You think I would not come when my daughter’s blood was spilled on Sicilian soil?” His voice was measured, almost calm, but it shook the air. “You think I would let her die without looking the man responsible in the eye?” Azrael’s tone was respectful, but cold. “You taught me yourself—blood answers to blood.” Romano’s eyes narrowed. “Sì. Il sangue chiama sangue. But you… you chose to marry his daughter.”

“For the briefest of moment when a person looks at you, you would seem a bit moody, maybe unfriendly but the truth as I see it is concealment of buried insecurities, your emotions, your desires, are all playing hide and seek at the moment. For a reason only known to you, you are hiding from life.” “Really,” “You know what, you must find that thing that drove all woman a bit bonkers.” “What on earth is that?” “You search for a steamy romance with a slightly mysterious stranger. There certainly would be fireworks. I especially can guarantee that.” “But, I must be dutiful. I was told to be a little devil would cause problems.” “Who told you that, love?” “I don’t know but you are not in agreemen

“But, the problem is not that easy.” Mila tilted her head and looked at Liam, as if to say; then what's the problem? “I am bound by the rules and what Aaric has done is a grave crime that cannot be forgiven.” Liam then quickly added when he saw Mila about to interrupt his words. “Even though you said that you were the one who wanted to go with Aaric and that you didn't mind having the soul possessor take you. The law in this country is not like that.”

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The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

I smiled at him and put my chin on his chest, while our gazes intertwined. “Do you like what you see?” He asks me with that rabbit smile. “I love it.” I take the cigarette from his mouth and press it against my lips, suck on it, and then let the smoke escape from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips, he couldn't express how sexy this was, smoking the same cigarette, sharing DNA, and even sharing a bed. “So you smoke?” He asks me as he slowly runs his right hand over my ass, squeezing it tightly, while I just gasp.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

"I'll have Tony drive you home, Maya. Thank you for coming tonight." As he left with his sister, Maya remained on the balcony, taking deep breaths of the cool night air. What was she doing? Flirting with danger was one thing—flirting with a crime boss was quite another. Yet, as Tony drove her home later, Maya couldn't shake the memory of Luca's fingers against her skin or the way his eyes had darkened when he looked at her on the moonlit balcony. She was playing with fire. And for the first time in her cautious, rule-following life, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stop the burn.