The Pact Carnival Row Novels & Stories

“We make the rules. No one else gets hurt. This stays between us. But when we need it… we come together like this. Raw. Shameless. You, stretched and dripping between your husband and me.” The words sent a fresh flutter through my core, even in my exhausted state. I turned, kissing Jake deeply, then Ryan. I tasted the difference in them. The unique flavors of the two men I now belonged to in this new, forbidden way. Emotion swelled in my chest. Love for Ryan’s steady devotion, growing obsession and affection for Jake’s intense passion. The central conflict hadn’t vanished. The real world waited back home with jobs, friends, and potential consequences. But in this moment, on this paradise isl

They never saw the group coming. Marco and one of his men took them down with brutal efficiency, and then they were inside. The air burned with chemical fumes, stinging Elena’s eyes and throat. Around a dozen men worked at tables covered in white powder. Shock registered on their faces as armed strangers stormed in. Some reached for weapons. Others froze.

All he did was pat me on the shoulder and say, "All that matters is you're home, Natalina. I trust you have your judgment on how to handle these people, so you make the final call." On his signal, a dozen car doors flew open at once. Men in black suits stepped out and shouted a synchronized greeting, their voices booming across the dock and sending a flock of startled seagulls scattering into the sky. Papa had personally organized the homecoming party. He invited core inner circle members of the Corradini Famiglia, along with the man he had chosen for my upcoming marriage alliance, Orlando Casati, the heir to the Casati Famiglia in Lindoreland. Orlando and Antonio were polar opposites. Orlan

Is this some joke? "No, ma'am! It's true" Patricia said excitedly at the other side of the line. "Young Master Clawson has paid off all of the store's debts. Every single penny! She repeated the words she had said earlier and just then the phone fell from Sapphire's hands. Lance did what?

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.