Novels by Déesse grecque

DanielThe sun was slowly sinking on the horizon, casting a soft, muted light through the windows of the police station. I was back in my office, but my mind was elsewhere. Lucien’s last words, heavy with innuendo, were spinning in my head like a whirlwind. Was I allowing myself to be manipulated by this man? Or, worse yet, was I getting involved in a story whose depths I barely understood?I no longer had time to waste. What I had uncovered so far was just a small piece of the puzzle, and each new discovery only added more layers of mystery. Claire... My fascination with her, this mix of desire and the duty to uncover the truth, was starting to erode me more deeply than I had expected. But I couldn’t give in to temptation. Not yet. I had sworn to seek the truth, no matter where it led me.I stood up abruptly, my mind whirling. I walked toward the door of my office and slipped through the dark hallways of the station. This wasn’t just another murder. It wasn’t just another case in my

DanielI couldn't stop thinking about Claire's words. Every word, every revelation shook the very foundations of the investigation. Lucien, a man I had thought was just another private detective lurking in the city's underbelly, seemed to play a far more significant role in this bloody puzzle. But why? Why was this young woman, fragile and visibly lost, caught up in such a conspiracy?With my mind full of questions, I arrived at the precinct early in the morning, long before my colleagues. I needed quiet, time to think—but more than anything, I needed to understand. Guilt, confusion, and the undeniable attraction I felt for Claire swirled inside me, making it hard to focus. I was ready to do anything to help her, but I also had a duty to uncover the truth.As I settled into my office, my phone buzzed on the desk. It was a message from Claire. I hesitated for a moment before opening the notification."Daniel, I know all of this must sound crazy to you. But I swear everything I told you

DanielThe hours stretched on as I remained in the cell, facing Claire. The silence between us was heavy, almost tangible, like a veil of tension settling in the air. I knew this conversation would determine the course of my investigation, yet I couldn’t shake off the strange feeling of confusion and doubt. My instincts as an investigator clashed with a wall of contradictory emotions—a whirlwind of fear, guilt, and desire.Claire, her eyes filled with unshed tears, avoided my gaze, one trembling hand gripping the bars. I could see her struggling against her emotions, against a truth that seemed to overwhelm her."Claire..." I finally said, my voice hoarse, broken by uncertainty. "I don’t know what to believe anymore."She slowly lifted her head, her eyes shimmering with obvious pain, and I realized I no longer knew how to judge her. My thoughts were a mess—I was supposed to be impartial, yet I couldn’t ignore the desperate look in this woman’s eyes, a woman who, despite everything I k

DanielThe rain fell in fine droplets, beating against the windows of my apartment. I struggled to focus on the stack of files sprawled before me. Each page I flipped through seemed blurry, and my thoughts kept drifting back to Claire. This time, I felt trapped in a snare I couldn’t defuse. My head buzzed with questions, doubts, and desires I wasn’t ready to confront.I stood up abruptly, letting the file slip from my hands. The sound of paper hitting the floor jolted me out of my daze. I was here, in this empty apartment, and the only thing occupying my mind was Claire. Her eyes, her evasive gaze, her lips that seemed to want to speak but remained sealed. This mystery drew me in, and every moment spent trying to uncover the truth pulled me dangerously closer to her. An irrational need to protect her grew within me.The phone rang sharply, breaking my contemplation. A shiver ran down my spine. I grabbed it quickly, hoping for new information—something that would bring clarity. It was

DanielThe cool evening wind swept through the city, carrying whispers that mingled with the bustle of the street. I stood there, alone, on the sidewalk, hands buried in the pockets of my coat, my gaze lost in the movement of passersby going about their business. Everything seemed normal, as if nothing had changed. But inside, I knew something had shifted. Something I couldn’t quite grasp yet.I had spent the entire day replaying every moment with Claire in my mind. Her words, her gaze, her body tense with emotion—all of it haunted me. I was supposed to be a cop. I was supposed to keep my emotions in check, never let myself be overwhelmed. And yet, every time I thought of her, a wave of heat coursed through me. The attraction I felt toward her unsettled me, made me vulnerable, and that vulnerability terrified me.The interrogations had begun, but nothing was as simple as I had believed. Claire wasn’t the murderer I had imagined. Her answers, though evasive, carried a painful truth I c

Daniel:"I'm ready to tell you everything you want to know. But what I’m about to say will change everything, Daniel. Be prepared."A wave of fear washed over me, but with it came an odd sense of relief. Finally. I would finally know the truth. The time of uncertainty was ending. And yet, a heavy, almost unspoken dread settled in my chest. I knew that what I was about to learn could break me.I abruptly rose from my desk, casting one last glance at the stack of files waiting for me. They no longer mattered. What I had to do now was far more important. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.Arriving at Claire’s place, I felt caught in a whirlwind. The dim light filtering through the windows and the damp evening air pressed against me, suffocating. My heart pounded, and I forced myself not to show my anxiety. I knocked on the door, my stomach knotted. I wanted to know. But a part of me was terrified of what I would hear.The door opened slowly. Claire appeared, her eyes red and swol