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Mein ganzes Leben hat sich um’s Warten gedreht. Auf Nummer sicher gehen. Sei ein braves Mädchen, tritt nicht aus der Reihe. Ich habe hart gearbeitet, um mich vor meinem Vater, meinen Professoren am College und meinem Chef bei New World Media zu beweisen. Ich warte nur auf den Tag, an dem sich das alles auszahlen wird. Und genau dann, als es anfängt, sich auszuzahlen - ich hatte endlich das Haus, den Job, ich dachte sogar daran, eine Katze zu adoptieren - boom! - explodiert mein Leben, und plötzlich bin ich hier und.

No era capaz de amar. No hasta que conocí a Cora. Mi ángel. He reclamado cada centímetro de su cuerpo y quiero más. Soy un hombre que anhela el control, pero su poder sobre mí es absoluto. Ella guarda mi corazón en sus manos. Ella nunca puede saberlo. Los demonios de esta ciudad quieren destruirla. Es mi trabajo proteger su inocencia. Encerrarla a salvo en mi alta torre. Pero yo soy el peligro del que ella está tratando de escapar. El despiadado hombre en su cama. Un demonio peor que todos los demás. Uno que no puede salvarla de sí mismo.

¿Eres suya por voluntad propia? exige Jackson, sus ojos azules están tan oscuros como las nubes sobre nuestras cabezas. Dime. ¿Lo eres? Jackson Vale. El adversario de mi jefe y el hombre en el que he pensado demasiado desde que nos presentaron la semana pasada. De todas las - No soy suya exploto indignada. Tan solo soy su empleada. Yo no le pertenezco. Y por alguna razón eso desencadena un destello de intensidad y...¿satisfacción? en la expresión de Jackson. Muy bien, oficialmente me rindo a entender nada de esto.

I want him to unleash the beast within him. Because only then can I fly free.... I crave the darkness. The intimacy with him that would set my heart on fire. Dylan is afraid to let the monster out. His dark past has closed him off. I, too, have scars. But now, he has me wanting something...bad. Wrong. His deep, hypnotizing stare. Those strong arms that might crush me. He hates himself for the things he wants to do to me. But I need to feel free. To be taken in the most forbidden of fantasies. I always knew that I was obsessed. With him. With the monster that he could become.

They say the gods will accept no small sacrifice. To appease them you must give your all. I’ve sacrificed everything. Lived through loss, and learned to love. To take the beauty with the pain. The rose with the thorns. This love story isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. We’ll hold onto it forever. And hope our forever is longer than a day.

She was always Daddy’s little princess. They’re vicious outlaws. Now she’s theirs, and they’re not going to let her go without a fight. Sophia Wolford’s always looked at the world as if the glass is half full. Even after the Apocalypse. What’s the point of focusing on the negative, after all, when you need to get busy rebuilding the world? Finn Knight sees things differently, however. His motto is: Trust no one and always suspect the worst.

Ella saldará la deuda de su familia de una forma u otra…. Daphne es hermosa, pero ella no lo sabe. Es un patito feo que se convertirá en la bella del baile. Hace años, su padre me robó y es hora de mi venganza. Yo soy el monstruo en la oscuridad. El minotauro del laberinto. El mal del que su padre le advirtió. Me la llevaré a mi castillo. La encerraré en mi torre. La haré mía de todas las formas posibles.

Toda mi vida ha sido una espera. Irme por lo seguro. Ser la chica buena, no salirme de lo establecido. Trabajé duro tratando de demostrarle mi valor a mi papá, luego a mis profesores universitarios, luego a mi jefe en New World Media. Simplemente esperando el día en que todo valiera la pena. Y justo cuando estaba empezando a ver los frutos de la espera: finalmente tenía una casa, un trabajo, incluso estaba pensando en adoptar un gato, ¡boom! Mi vida explota y de repente ahora estoy aquí y….

I never thought I'd see him again. My first love, back from the grave. My captor and tormentor. He holds my past, present, and future in his scarred hands. He owns me. No matter how far I run, my path leads me back to that lonely castle. Back into the arms of the Beast.

When Mom told me she was getting married again and moving her new husband and his 24-year-old son in with us, I thought I’d just have to spend as much time as possible studying in the campus library to avoid all of them. I certainly never expected to learn that the marriage was simply a mutually beneficial arrangement for my mom and new stepfather, Mr. Winters. They don’t actually have feelings toward each other. I also didn’t expect him and my stepbrother, Dominick, to be such handsome, Viking-like men. Or for them to take such an interest in me.

One night changed everything.... Daphne’s a beauty who doesn’t know it. A wallflower blossoming into the belle of the ball. A beautiful lie. My lifelong obsession. Her father stole from me and now I’ll have my revenge. I’ll steal her away, take her to my castle. Lock her in my tower. Make her a captive to her passions. She’ll crave the one who keeps her. She’ll crave me. I’m the masked phantom in the shadows. The Minotaur in the labyrinth. The danger her father warned her about. More monster than man. She’s Beauty, and I’m the Beast.

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing. Before I can think better of it, my tongue sneaks out over my lips to scent my surroundings.

A playboy, a tomboy, and an ex-con. They couldn’t be more different. The only place all those differences disappear? The bedroom.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. She was mine, and it was everything. That month with her was as near to perfect as I’ve ever had in my whole f--ed up life. But then, I lost it all, and I still don’t know why. Though, I suspect it had something to do with that rat bastard Bryce Gentry. One thing I do know: I’m not letting go of Callie Cruise without a fight. And it’s time for Gentry to finally pay for his many sins.

The king of the underworld saved me from the streets, treated me like a princess, and locked me in a tower. Then, he turned into a beast. There's a darkness in him. I've seen it face-to-face. He says I'm his light. But if our love is going to last, I'm going to have to be more than his princess. I need to become a queen.

In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It’s the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Drea was completely lost except for Eric’s hands cupping her face. Eric’s blue eyes piercing hers. “This isn’t a marriage where each of us get a sliver of you. No, baby, that’s not how this is gonna work. You have to give every one of us all of you. Pour it all out. Every single drop of yourself and trust that we’ll fill you back up.”

I wasn't capable of love. Not until I met Cora. My angel. I’ve claimed every inch of her body, and I only want more. I’m a man who craves control, but her power over me is absolute. She holds my heart in her hands. She can never find out. The demons in this city want to destroy her. It’s my job to protect her innocence. Lock her safe in my high tower. But I’m the danger that she’s trying to escape. The ruthless man in her bed. A demon worse than all the others. One who cannot save her from himself.

Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week. Of all the - “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and...satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this. But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain.

Shay bringing meals to his cell a few times a week is the only bright spot in the shit show that has become Charlie’s existence after being captured by the enemy. He can’t stop thinking about her. But how can Charlie protect her when he himself is locked up like an animal? But then one day, Shay’s saves him. She breaks him out of prison and says she knows where Charlie’s sister is - the sister Charlie was afraid was dead. As soon as Charlie’s free, he makes a vow. He’ll protect Shay at all costs, even if it means his life.

All Vanessa ever wanted was to be loved. Okay, strike that - all she wanted was not to die at the hands of the homicidal maniac who was obsessed with hunting her down - and to be loved. Was that too much to ask? Going to Jacob’s Well and becoming a Lottery Bride sounded like it would make all Vanessa’s dreams come true. For the first time in her life, she’d have a family. For the first time in her life, she’d have not just one person to love her, but five. And she’d be safe. from the notorious female slave trader, Lorenzo Bernal. There’s just one tiny problem.