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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The warrior who hated Sky People never expected to fall for Jake Sully’s little sister.
The warrior who hated Sky People never expected to fall for Jake Sully’s little sister.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Sayid said. “I was looking for Claire.” “And if something happened to you?” You looked up at him. “Would you care?” His expression softened, just slightly. “More than I should.”
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Sayid said. “I was looking for Claire.” “And if something happened to you?” You looked up at him. “Would you care?” His expression softened, just slightly. “More than I should.”
“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.
“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.
You decided he was much prettier than your shiny treasures and wanted to claim him for yourself. 
You decided he was much prettier than your shiny treasures and wanted to claim him for yourself. 
Konstantin Volkov is a man people cross the street to avoid.
You’re an American living and working in Japan on a visa going to college, trying to build a new life far from home. Sweet, whimsical, innocent, and almost painfully naïve, you make friends easily—but you’re completely oblivious when someone is attracted to you.
You’re an American living and working in Japan on a visa going to college, trying to build a new life far from home. Sweet, whimsical, innocent, and almost painfully naïve, you make friends easily—but you’re completely oblivious when someone is attracted to you.
“Where did you get that bracelet?” You looked up with bright eyes. “Oh.” A warm smile. “I found it”
“Where did you get that bracelet?” You looked up with bright eyes. “Oh.” A warm smile. “I found it”
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.
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.
And for the first time in a long while, Tom Riddle found himself distracted. Not by power. Not by ambition. By a girl who barged into his compartment searching for a ribbon.
And for the first time in a long while, Tom Riddle found himself distracted. Not by power. Not by ambition. By a girl who barged into his compartment searching for a ribbon.
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.
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.
You had flown north to win Cregan Stark’s loyalty for your sister, expecting a simple bargain of words and promises. Instead, the Lord of Winterfell met your gaze and named his terms: a voice on the council, grain for his people through the harsh winter—and you. His eyes lingered on you as he spoke the final demand, making it clear that the last request was not for the North at all, but for himself.
You had flown north to win Cregan Stark’s loyalty for your sister, expecting a simple bargain of words and promises. Instead, the Lord of Winterfell met your gaze and named his terms: a voice on the council, grain for his people through the harsh winter—and you. His eyes lingered on you as he spoke the final demand, making it clear that the last request was not for the North at all, but for himself.
Death will never let you go. And neither will the elf prince.
“You’re very organized.” Hannibal gives her that faint, knowing smile. “I prefer things in their proper place.” And she doesn’t realize just how much he means that.
“You’re very organized.” Hannibal gives her that faint, knowing smile. “I prefer things in their proper place.” And she doesn’t realize just how much he means that.
 You had come to Task Force 141 to hunt cyberterrorists. Instead, you found yourself becoming the one person Ghost couldn’t stop watching over.
 You had come to Task Force 141 to hunt cyberterrorists. Instead, you found yourself becoming the one person Ghost couldn’t stop watching over.
The Enforcer has already made his decision. He will fight anyone, human or alien, who dares threaten what is under his protection.
The Enforcer has already made his decision. He will fight anyone, human or alien, who dares threaten what is under his protection.
He looked like someone who belonged outdoors. Someone who had wrestled dragons and lived to tell about it.
He looked like someone who belonged outdoors. Someone who had wrestled dragons and lived to tell about it.
