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The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High. Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit. But senior year is going to be different. This year, I own them. I’ve made a pact with the Havoc Boys to get the vengeance I deserve. Their price? Me. At their beck and call, in their beds, a part of their gang.

Das neue Mädchen brechen. Das sollte einfach sein, nicht wahr? Abschaum wie sie hat an der Burberry-Akademie nichts zu suchen. Nein, Marnye Reed wird abstürzen, und wir haben vor, ein Schauspiel daraus zu machen. Lasst uns herausfinden, wem es als Erstem gelingt, dass sie sich in ihn verliebt. Die Wette gilt. Wer spielt mit? Ich muss mich mit verdorbenen reichen Jungs auseinandersetzen.

Hello again, I'm Eve Wakefield, and I refuse to accept that I'm in love with an intergalactic moth prince. No. I don't care how handsome he is, I don't want to marry him. I don't care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of eating entire planets. Love is earned, not swindled by pheromones. I'm now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard, a golden toilet, and relationship issues. There's the prince I'm supposed to marry, the forest beast I fell in love with, and the never-wears-clothes police officer with tentacles.

Hi, I'm Eve Wakefield, twenty-five years old, professional caterer, recently abducted by aliens alongside my best friend. I'm also completely and utterly screwed. Lost on a jungle planet. Rooming in a downed spaceship with a dragon dude. Being hunted by a moth man with demon eyes and vampire teeth. Begging for help from a tentacle-tailed fox man who also happens to be… a space cowboy?

Senior year is my year. This year, I'm going to bring down my enemies. This year, I'm going to run my tongue along the blade of vengeance and taste blood. The Havoc Boys are mine, and we were here first. You don't mess with a Havoc Girl without paying the price. You don't start a rebellion without a little bloodshed. My boys and I don't mind using two wrongs to make a right - I just hope our brewing obsession with one another doesn't kill us all first.

He needs me to play the role of fake fiancée to appease his family of tentacle-tailed cops. I'll keep up the charade as long as I need if it means being reunited with Abraxas and Rurik. It shouldn't be too hard, right? To play pretend…My life force is now inextricably tied to handsome, gun-totin' Officer Hyt. But do you know what happens if my new in-laws find out that I'm mated to three different males? Intergalactic war, that's what.

There’s one girl you don’t mess with at Prescott High, not unless you want them to come for you. Those dirty, rotten Havoc Boys might be a gang to everyone else, but they’re family to me. My f--kbuddy. My first love. My husband. My challenger. My confidante. There’s trouble brewing in the halls of our high school, and it’s spilling into the streets.

Young, dumb, and broke. That's what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode's life is over. Done. Destroyed. Ten words. One text. That's what it took to change the whole world. A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That's what it takes to start all over again. Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls. But can one broken person really put another back together again? And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?

One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together.

Lilith Goode is dating - and in love with - five gorgeous rock stars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. But can one woman really love five different men? What if they're all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken? And what if they all need her as much as she needs them?

Ich habe ein Geheimnis. Die sündhaft schönen Mitglieder des Schülerrats – Church, Ranger, Spencer, Micah und Tobias – dürfen es aber nicht herausfinden. Weil mein Vater der Schulleiter ist, drangsalieren sie mich bereits genug. Sie dürfen also nicht erfahren, dass ich das einzige Mädchen an dieser Schule bin. Außerdem trage ich sowieso lieber Jungenklamotten.

Mein Geheimnis ist gelüftet. Ich bin offiziell mit dem gesamten Schülerrat zusammen. Das ist aber nicht das Einzige, was an der Adamson-Jungenakademie nicht der Norm entspricht. Viel bemerkenswerter finde ich die Morde, auch wenn mein Vater da anderer Meinung ist. Er ist nicht gerade begeistert von meinem Scheinverlobten oder den anderen vier Jungen, die meinen Puls zum Rasen bringen.

Ich kenne ein Geheimnis. Das gleiche Geheimnis, das auch der Schülerrat – die superreiche, superschöne Elite der Adamson-Jungenakademie – kennt. Jenica Woodruff, das einzige Mädchen, das vor mir die Akademie besucht hat, hat nicht Selbstmord begangen: Sie wurde ermordet. Jetzt stellt auch mir jemand nach. Egal, wohin ich auch gehe, der Mörder folgt mir. Wie sich herausstellt, ist meine neue Highschool genauso unsicher, wie es meine alte war. Ich bin nicht Mitglied des Schülerrats.

I am werewolf. And I have seven alpha males as my mates. All mine to kiss and hold and touch, seven handsome men for my bed. Three glittering dark courts threaten our existence with their glamorous cruelty: the vampires, the witches, and the fae. Werewolves are missing from all the packs, and my boys and I, we have to find them. Or find out who's killing them. Because I'm the mistress of my men, my packs, a girl known simply as White Wolf. I've promised to protect the men I love, the family and friends I cherish. And the White Wolf...always keeps her promises.

Welche Art von Mädchen liebt die Sünde so wie ich? Was für eine Art Mensch gedeiht darin? Ich bin die Prinzessin auf einem schmutzigen Thron aus Motorrädern und Wahnsinn, Tochter des Präsidenten des Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. Die vier engsten Offiziere meines Vaters–Männer in Blut, Tod und Sünde gekleidet–sind meine Ehrengarde, in Lederwesten und Tattoos gehüllt. Nur, dass sie überhaupt nichts Ehrenhaftes an sich haben.

Es gibt eine Bande, mit der man sich an der Prescott High nicht anlegen sollte, es sei denn, man will, dass sie einen vernichtet. Die HAVOC-Jungen. Meine Feinde wurden zu Freunden und Liebhabern. Diese Jungen waren nie Heilige gewesen. Der Krieg, der sich zusammenbraut, sorgt aber dafür, dass ihre inneren Dämonen wieder auferstehen. Vor langer Zeit war ich ihr Opfer. Dieses Mal habe ich das Sagen.
Das letzte Jahr an der Schule ist mein Jahr.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a famous serial killer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. My father—the Seattle Slayer—is charismatic, intelligent, and charming. He’s also trying to teach me to kill people, so…his good qualities don’t seem to matter much. He’s kidnapped my boyfriend, a guy that I used to hate but grew to love. Parrish, I’m coming for you. I’ll do anything—anything—to keep you safe. Starting a new life as the most hated girl in Whitehall Prep was not in my gameplan.

Dearest Listener…. My story is cancelled. Sharing my words thus far has only put us both in danger. It’s better to just call the whole thing off, before somebody gets hurt. Or maybe, just maybe, you are the one who keeps spilling my secrets. That it? You sold me out? I knew it; I knew I couldn’t trust you.

Ash Kelly. Who knew I’d be dating a dead boy? He might be wearing someone else’s skin, but it’ll always be Ash for me. Ash, the obsessive one, the one with the most to lose, the one I can’t trust. My biggest secret. Kellin Bohnes is always there for me, but he keeps a bulldozer-turned-tank in his warehouse. He has eyes everywhere, but mostly he has eyes for me. Also, he brought me a severed head as a present. His love for me is escalating.

Whoa, there. Stop right now. You don’t want to listen to this. Trust me. You really don’t want to listen to this. So back away slowly, hands up, and I won’t have to kill you. They might, though. They might be willing to warm my bed, but I wouldn’t say I trusted them. Just a bunch of psychos, really. My three f--kboys, my three psychos.