You were watched. You were guided. You were kept. Not because you were weak. But because something about you—your softness, your strange devotion to forgotten things—had become the one thing neither Tom Riddle nor Abraxas Malfoy could afford to lose. And neither of them intended to share you with the world outside it.
“I came here to discuss the war.” “And you will.” He looked over his shoulder at you. “But you’re not doing it while standing in the snow.” You hesitated. “My lord—” “Cregan.” Your eyes widened. He had already begun walking away. You hurried after him, your smaller steps struggling to keep pace with his long stride. “Cregan.” He stopped. You nearly walked into his back. He turned around. “Yes?” You looked up at him. “You haven’t told me whether the North will support my sister.” His expression became serious again. “No.” Your heart sank. Then he added, “I haven’t decided.” You frowned. “But you said—” “I said you would be heard.” He leaned slightly toward you. “And I intend to hear you.” His voice dropped. “Not your sister. Not Prince Jacaerys. You.”
A young woman cursed—or gifted—with the ability to see the dead is forced aboard the Hunter-Gratzner, where she finds herself trapped with Richard B. Riddick, one of the galaxy’s most dangerous prisoners. She has spent her life being dismissed as unstable, but on the ship the ghosts she sees begin to react to Riddick in ways she can’t explain, as if even the dead know he is something to fear.
No one could understand why the bosses had become obsessed with keeping one innocent little runner safe. The seven of them knew exactly why. They simply couldn’t help themselves.
In a world where survival demands ruthless choices, an innocent soul born from the very infection that ended civilization may become the only reason a hardened commander remembers what it means to hope—and to love.
You were watched. You were guided. You were kept. Not because you were weak. But because something about you—your softness, your strange devotion to forgotten things—had become the one thing Tom Riddle, Corvus Lestrange, Alexi Avery, nor Abraxas Malfoy could afford to lose. And none of them intended to share you with the world outside it.
“Get used to me being around.” You looked up at him. “Why?” He leaned slightly closer. “Because I’m not very good at letting go once something becomes important to me.” And somehow, you knew he wasn’t talking about a mission.
when someone else decides to make you their target, Deathstroke makes one thing very clear: They can have the money. They can have the jewels. They can have everything else. But you? You’re his problem now.
A romance filled with sweet teasing, protective moments, jealous glances, stolen smiles, and a boy who can’t decide whether you’re adorable… or the greatest temptation he’s ever faced.
somewhere between warm cinnamon rolls, beautifully decorated cakes, shared cups of afternoon tea, and the gentle smile you always reserve for him, the brilliant Shadow King realizes he’s developed an undeniable weakness. You.
A romance filled with sweet teasing, protective moments, jealous glances, stolen smiles, and a boy who can’t decide whether you’re adorable… or the greatest temptation he’s ever faced.
Unfortunately for you, the world’s most notorious thief had finally met the one man who was determined to make sure she stayed exactly where he could see her.
