Laura Thalassa - Rhapsodic (The Bargainer Book 1) These are the same offices we moved into five years ago when, on graduation night, we packed up and all but fled Peel Academy, our boarding school, for something better. You're reading Home; Vampires; Romance; Billionaire; Fantasy; Others; Werewolves; Zombies; Home > Rhapsodic (The Bargainer #1) Rhapsodic (The Bargainer #1) Author: Laura Thalassa. I know they make decent money, especially here in LA, but they don’t make money this good. My textbooks are piled on my desk, alongside my mug and cans of tea bags. Now I see Micky—not the puppet controlled by my magic, but the Micky he was before I walked into this room. And I broke it again, and again, and again until I found myself in a relationship I wasn’t sure I even wanted.
I stare down at my hands, feeling like Lady Macbeth. I follow the waiter, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as he leads me to a private room. Flamencos is clearly a place rich people come to romance each other.
There’s blood on my hands, blood between my toes, blood speckled in my hair. To compel the willing—and unwilling—to do and believe whatever it is I wish. “Do you know what the client wants?” I ask. His glassy eyes have lost their focus, and his skin its color. I’m not supposed to feel relief. I drop the broken bottle, the glass shattering as it hits the ground, and fall to my knees. This time tears follow. I really shouldn’t have read the file.
He’s emptied his mother’s coffers and here he is living like a king.
But for one of his clients, he’s never asked for repayment. They’re all easy money, and she knows that.
I’d be hard-pressed to admit it out loud, but controlling her is hard. I’m still glowing, my power mounting with every passing second. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that’s been awoken. “Do you know what the client wants?” I ask. He’s a man who can get you anything you want... at a price. It doesn’t matter. But I can’t. And everyone knows that sooner or later he always collects. For the first time in what seems like an eternity I can breathe. , Romance. “How much is the client offering?” I ask, propping my feet up once more on the edge of my desk.
Only the women are returned, each in a glass casket, a child clutched to their breast. He’s dead. My eyes land on Micky Fugue, a balding man in his late forties. It’s splashed across my chest, and to my horror, I can taste a few droplets on my lips. My skin begins to glow as I let the siren in me surface. I’m drenched in it.
“Eight p.m. tonight at Flamencos. It stains my cuticles and embeds itself beneath my fingernails. These types of men have butterfingers; money slips right through them. I dash to the kitchen sink, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in my wake. This time tears follow. One evening of afterwork drinks six months ago, and I broke that rule like it’d never been there in the first place.
It takes only a few more seconds for that realization to hit me. Only death or repayment will fulfill the obligations. There’s blood on my hands, blood between my toes, blood speckled in …
Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past. “Twenty grand for a single meeting with the target—and she already knows when and where you’re to intercept the target.”. But Temper’s not a witch. “We’re going to move it around a little more.”. Color stains his cheeks. “I’m going to record this exchange. The monster bleeding out in our kitchen knew a man who knew a man. There’s blood on my hands, blood between my toes, blood speckled in my hair. He glares at me. The two are going to court over the issue; she wants to save some legal bills and get a confession straight from the horse’s mouth.”, fantasy.readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2020, Nothing But Trouble (Malibu University #1), The Warrior Queen (The Hundredth Queen #4). “When’s Eli getting back?”. It’s probably also wrong to find his affection stifling. Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past. “The evening went great,” I tell them as they pass. All I know is that tonight, I actually faced my fear and I survived it.
I lower my mug of steaming coffee from my mouth, my eyes flicking up from my laptop.
There’s far too much of it staining the kitchen’s polished floors. I eye the man next to me.
This is my beautiful, dreadful power. Fear washes through me. “This one’s easy money, girl.”. He’s dead. I killed one of the wealthiest, most untouchable men alive. For the Bargainer, it’s more than just a matter of rekindling an old romance. Only, his foe has a taste for exotic creatures, and Callie just happens to be one.
“From This moment until the end of our interview you will tell the truth,” I command, the words lilting off my tongue. The swanky restaurant I walk into at eight p.m. sharp is low lit, candles flickering dimly from each two-seater table. Only then will the beads disappear.
It’s no use. “She wasn’t using it and I needed it. I know people are supposed to mourn the loss of life. Fear washes through me. Only then will the beads disappear. I reach over and turn off the camera and the recorder. On nicenovel.com you can find thoundsands of english novel, novel series, best author. She nods to the folder. Too many bad people, and too many memories worth forgetting. Not that I really give a damn.
I stare down at my hands, feeling like Lady Macbeth.
But then it’s on my shirt, and I can see it congealing in my hair. But I can’t.
The justice system protects kids. It’s splashed across my chest, and to my horror, I can taste a few droplets on my lips.
A shuddering sob pushes its way out of me. “Girl, you are a twisted motherfucker.”, She snorts. Stealing money from his dying mother. Now that he can’t lie, it’s only a matter of time before he’s forced to admit the truth. Prologue. There’s a single sentence written on it; all I have to do is recite it out loud. What … do I do now?
A siren’s power. His eyes flicker with anger. But will they protect me? I’m drenched in it. It’s already too late to go back. Out damned spot! I whimper as I do so.
Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past. Her eyes drift around my cupboard-sized office, the twin of hers. I rinse my hands furiously. Nothing to make me reach for the Johnnie Walker I keep in one of my desk drawers. I kick my ankles off my desk, reaching across it to drag the file closer to me. My gaze sweeps over the kitchen. As I talk, I set up my phone so that the camera records our exchange. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that’s been awoken. A sweet old lady who’s biggest failure was birthing this loser. But behind this façade, the man only has twelve thousand dollars at hand. Oh—and I was never here.”, When Micky walks by me, I grab his upper arm.
My hands begin to shake. He’s a man who can get you anything you want... at a price. “Give me your best guess.”. I give him a disappointed look. God it feels good. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that’s been awoken. If the Bargainer has any hope to save his people, he’ll need the help of the siren he spurned long ago.
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Fae warriors are going missing one by one. He knows he’s already getting played. My client got the confession she wanted. Category: Fantasy He stops, and whatever he is about to say dies on his lips.
When Callie finds the fae king of the night in her room, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, she knows things are about to change.
What … do I do now?
“And how much have you… borrowed?” I ask. He can have whatever’s left of my soul. Read Rhapsodic online free from your Pc, Mobile. Even in death, men like him get away with the unthinkable all the time.
Prologue. “Shit,” she says, “I’d love to stay and chat, but my perp’s going to be at Luca’s Deli in less than an hour, and with L.A. lunch hour traffic … I really don’t want to be forced to part the 405 like the Red Sea. I take in the posters hanging on my wall—one of the Beatles, another a black and white picture of the Eiffel tower, and that dumb Keep Calm and Read On poster.
Someone shrewd, someone weak. I lean over the granite countertop and assess the pink mixture of blood and water that stains it, the floor, and the sink. I know people are supposed to mourn the loss of life. There’s a body and blood, so much blood. I sob again. “You’d all love to do this sometime in the future. But I have no choice, I have to turn myself in—unless …. But then it’s on my shirt, and I can see it congealing in my hair. I take my time eating the last of the bread. Young and inexperienced. You're reading Rhapsodic (The Bargainer #1) novel online free on NiceNovel.com !
I can’t get it out, but it doesn’t matter because I notice the red liquid coats my arms. Only the women are returned, each in a glass casket, a child clutched to their breast. Rhapsodic book. “Ugh,” Temper says, her ’fro bouncing a little as she leans her head back, her eyes moving heavenward. The justice system protects kids. Something is happening in the Otherworld.