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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Diego Hargreeves x Powered reader (Platonic Klaus x reader)

Summary: You and Klaus get very drunk in the Academy and have an absolute ball until Diego comes to take you home.

-Reader is from What a Time to be Alive universe

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You’re with Klaus one night, he’s drunk as a skunk and high as a fucking kite all in one incredibly chaotic mixture. Diego’s off gallivanting around the city and you’re not in the mood for any late night crime fighting, so instead you’re chilling with Klaus in the Academy while Reginald is off on some business abroad, or at least that’s what Pogo told you. At the moment Klaus is talking to himself on the carpet as he stares wide eyed at a dream catcher on the far wall. You’re laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, your mind swirling with random thoughts.

“Heyyy..uh...Y/N my favorite Vampire seductress. Hows ‘bout we tell each other a fun fact about ourselves.” He slurs drunkingly, his face a giant smile of bliss. You give him a hum of acknowledgment as you think for a second of what to say.

“Okay I’ll go first. I have a tattoo of a fish skeleton under my right boob.”

He bursts out laughing at the honest bluntness of your comment, “Cheers to our amazinggg tats my friend.” Quips Klaus as he takes another small swig of his liquor. You continue to stare up at the ceiling, your eyes following the dimly lit Christmas lights strung about the walls.

“Okay my turn. When I was 10, I challenged myself to see if I could steal one thing from everyone’s room in a week.”

“How’d that turn out for you?”

“Oh I was highly successful, until Pogo caught me sneaking around old Reggie’s office. Ya know now since I’ve thought about it...he probably saved my ass from some gory fate if Dad actually caught me.”

“Amazing.”

Klaus nods as he shifts himself around to face you, “So my dear, you got anything else that’s highly juicy drama? Come onnnn, you have to have had some wild nights with my bro for sure.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows, hoping for an answer. You roll yourself onto your stomach so as to better see him.

“None that are for your innocent ears, Klaus.”

“Oooohhh the scandal, you know what...I don’t wanna know. Oh hey Y/N have some of this shit it’s seriously sooo good.” Insists Klaus while raising up his almost empty bottle of whatever. You eye it curiously, it does smell appealing if you’re being honest, and there’s no one here to stop you.

“Yeah alright lets get fucked up, why not.” His face breaks out into a full Cheshire Cat smile as he eagerly hands you the bottle of alcohol. You grasp the glass bottle, flashing him a quick smirk before chugging the rest of it, much to Klaus’ surprised amusement.

“Yeahhh Y/N! We’re breakkin the ruulesss tonight.” He laughs while cheering you on. You finally set the bottle down as a do your best to hold in a watery burp, your face making a sour expression instead.

“Classy Y/N.”

“Thank you I’ll be here all night.”

Suddenly Klaus’ face shifts into a fake pout, as he sits on his carpet like a moody six year old, you smile at him as you tilt your head to the side.

“Whatcha thinking ‘bout Klaus.”

“We’re out of booze. This is not good.”

You can’t help yourself as a loud laugh bursts from your lips, the alcohols effects ever so slightly working their way into your bloodstream. He snaps his attention back to you, his face faining shock.

“This is a serious issue Y/N!”

“Exactly! We’re gonna have to go on a mission...to the downstairs bar...for..”

“For..?”

“For the good shit.”

“YES! You’re a genius, no wonder Diego keeps you around...you’re so smart Y/N..and he’s just so...stupid.” Drawls Klaus with an intoxicated giggle at the end.

You snort at the odd compliment of Klaus’ while getting up off of the bed, and setting the empty bottle onto the covers. You stand above Klaus as you reach your hand out for him to take, he gladly accepts your invitation for making more mischief as you easily pull him up, the both of you silently walking out the door and quietly tiptoeing down the vacant hallway. You’re in the lead as Klaus holds onto the bottom of your t-shirt in the darkness. He can’t see nearly as well as you can, so he smartly lets you handle your guys’ stealth mode adventure through the Academy’s eccentric hallways. You listen for any sounds of Pogo or Grace who may potentially cross paths with the two of you, and most likely ruin your fun.

The both of you ever-so-sneakily fumble up the stairs like giggly school girls doing something they shouldn’t be. Once you reach the top you sniff the air for any threats, nothing. Taking this as an obvious sign that everything’s all clear you make a break for the main living room, Klaus hot on your heels. Sprinting faster then you’ve ever seen him before, it’s honestly quit impressive.

You skid to an abrupt stop once you finally reach the back of the bar where all the most expensive and best tasting beverages are kept. Klaus quickly pushing past you to seek out his favorite bottle, you watch him grab one then two different kinds, insisting that they’re both equally as important and they shouldn’t be separated cause that would be a crime. You agree, looking through the vast collection as your skilled eyes finally lock onto your favorite drink. You pick it up eagerly, swiftly turning your body back around to face a visibly excited Klaus who’s practically shaking with adrenaline or maybe it’s whatever drugs he took, you’re not really sure.

“Y/N if you would do the honors.” He asks while handing you his bottle to open since you’re the stronger one here. You set your own bottle down onto the counter, taking his and twisting it with a satisfying pop sound as the cap releases. He practically yanks it out of your hands, giving you a peppy salute before taking a long swig. You leave him to it, opening up your own bottle and taking a hearty drink of your own. The two of you wipe your mouths as you both take a satisfied sigh of relief, enjoying how the alcohol is starting to slowly affect you.

“You know what we need to make this experience extra fantastic?”

“Blow my frickin mind.”

“Music!” Shouts Klaus as he races around the bar and bolts towards the stairs leading down to his room. With your bottle still in hand you hustle after him, practically sliding into his door when you make it to his room. He’s already ahead of the game as he fumbles around with his record player, putting a classic tune on that instantly has you jumping. The two of you practically scream sing the lyrics of the song currently blasting throughout the room and down the hallway. Both you jumping on his bed and dancing around the small area like bad little kids staying up past their bedtime.

You don’t remember how you got to the top floor of the Umbrella Academy but here you are. One fourth of a bottle full in your left hand and a red plastic lightsaber in your right. Klaus standing a couple feet away practically mirroring your own stance. He just looks a lot more fucked up then you are, as he drunkingly swings the saber around like a lunatic.

“Y/N I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!”

“But you were the CHOSEN one!”

“Die rebel scum!” Yelps Klaus as he swings his weapon towards you, he looks like an old man as he’s basically moving in slow motion for dramatics. You give him his moment as you lean into the lightsaber, pretending to get sliced in the most ridiculously dramatic way possible.

“Ugh I am...defeated...blah.”

“HA get fucked loser!” Laughs Klaus who starts to randomly dance around you in a sort of weird victory dance type thing. You raise your own lightsaber up into the air as you shout a loud battlecry.

“SIKE! The evil cannot defeat me....I am INVINCIBLE!” Klaus’ eyes widen as you give him a devilish grin, he suddenly flips you off and screams before hauling ass down the hallway.

“Come get me bitches!!!”

Downing most of your bottle you race after him with your saber swinging wildly in front of you, he turns a corner and then down another in a fruitless attempt at losing you. You suddenly catch him into a corner, stalking slowly over to him like a tigress to her prey, his eyes going wide. But without warning he haphazardly chucks his lightsaber at you, successfully smacking you across the head with it, catching you very off guard and giving him just enough time to book it down the hallway and down the stairs. You quickly recover, downing the rest of your bottle as you trade it for the extra lightsaber. Cackling to yourself like a crazed witch as you continue your hunt for Klaus.

You can hear him running around the Academy so you take a shortcut down another hallway, leading you right in front of him. He stops, eyeing you suspiciously as he gets into a kung foo looking posture.

“I have two lightsabers you dumb-buss. And I’m gonna kick your buns for that little getaway stunt you just pulled. Bitch.”

“Get hit by a car.” Whisper yells Klaus before abruptly turning around and racing down the hallway once again.

As you race around another corner you suddenly smack into the back of Klaus, knocking yourself backwards and onto the floor with a breathy grunt. “Klaus what the he..” Your eyes go wide when they land on an incredibly confused Pogo who’s eyes the two of you suspiciously. You quickly gather yourself as you bolt to your feet, doing a terrible job at hiding the lightsabers behind you in the process.

“Now what is all this ruckus about you two?”

“Oh, what did you hear something suspicious? Me and Y/N/N here were just...uh...checking the halls for any possible intruders.” Rambles Klaus, hands casually on his slender hips as he stares at Pogo with the chillest face possible.

“Yeah, don’t worry Pogo. No thieves in this Academy.” You nervously shrug, giving him a forced smile, though you’re pretty sure you look a bit demented. Pogo looks between the two of you knowing full well that your dumbasses are drunk and causing all kinds of mischief around the large estate. This is definitely not the first time this has happened and probably not the last, he shakes his head as he blinks, “Well then...that’s good to know...I’ll just be in my room reading if you two need anything. Goodnight.”

“Night Pogo.”

“Save travels in dreamland.” Snickers Klaus as you smack the back of his head.

Pogo gives the both of you a kind tight lipped smile before nodding and turning around to walk into his room. You watch as he disappears within, the great oaken door shutting with a small thud. Klaus abruptly swivels to face you, a cheeky grin stuck to his scruffy face, “That went pretty well...all things considered.”

“Guess what.”

“What.”

“You’re a little bitch. And I have two lightsabers.” His eyes quickly widen in realization as he swats at your shoulder, laughing in delight as he practically gallops down the hallway.

“Stop running I might throw up!”

You sprint after him, Klaus leads you down more hallways and stairs until you catch him in the front room. Blocking him from escaping anywhere else into the Academy, unless he opened the front door and ran outside, but that’s highly unlikely considering it’s snowing out and he’s shoeless and without a shirt on except for a Hufflepuff scarf you bought him last year. Klaus fake growls at you while flailing his lanky arms around like pool noodles. You suddenly have the bright idea of jumping onto the wooden table, and without another thought you do just that.

It surprisingly holds you up, Klaus steps back as you swing your dual lightsabers around like a maniac, clearly enjoying yourself in this blissfully warm drunken state. Quickly thinking on the fly, or maybe its his ingrained hero training, Klaus grabs a spare umbrella hanging on the coat rack and swings it at you with a new theatrical passion.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll put you out of your misery!” Shouts Klaus as he swats your legs with the umbrella, you smack him on the arm as he yelps out in pain.

“I’ll put your grandma out of her misery!”

“I don’t even have a grandma you monster!”

“Neither do I!”

The front door swings open just as Klaus finishes his sentence and you loudly answering him back, as the both of you swing your weapons at each other once again. You and Klaus oblivious to whoever just walked inside, until the door shuts with a loud thud, causing the two of you to stop mid hit and look over to the individual standing by the front entrance, who’s looking a very hard mixture of concerned and not sure if he should ask. Your eyes instantly go wide as they land on Diego.

“She started it!” Points Klaus before smacking your legs with the umbrella and booking it down the hallway for about the hundredth time that night. You jump off the table, sprinting towards Klaus with a new found purpose, leaving a confused Diego in your wake. Klaus is fast but not fast enough as you slide past him and block his ass from seeking safety within his room. The two of you have an intense old western style stare down for a couple moments before he breaks the silence.

“I may be vurrryyy outs of it, but I think Diego is hurrr.” Slurs Klaus as he leans himself against the wall.

“Well he’s not allowed in our pillow fort then.”

“We don’t even have a pillow fort Y/N!”

“We gonna have one now! Let’s get inside!” You quickly whisper yell at him, before grabbing his hand and yanking him into his room, shutting the door right after. Forgetting to lock the door in the process. You and Klaus throw some chairs and blankets around, in a sad attempt at making a pillow fort. It looks like a goddamn pillow Godzilla came crashing through your plush city of Pillow Tokyo, but who cares at this point anyways. The two of you begin laughing like a pair of drunken sailors as Klaus hands you another one of his half filled bottles. You gladly accept with a lopsided smile while Klaus mumbles something to himself. A second later the door jiggles and opens a few inches before it gets stuck on a bunched up blanket.

“Y/N, Klaus what the hell are you two doing? And let me in.”

“What’s the password Diego?” Giggles you and Klaus as Diego let’s out a frustrated sigh.

“Uh...”

“Incorrect. You’ve got two more guesses babe.” You playfully snap at him.

“Luther sucks?”

“Errrgggg, wrong again brother.” Quips Klaus, taking the bottle out of your hand to down some himself.

“Y/N is the best?” Tries Diego cautiously, hoping this will be the password. You bolt up from the floor as you lose your footing and catch yourself with a quick smack of your hands into the doorframe. Diego holds in a laugh as he gives you an amused smile, still finding you absolutely adorable even when visibly out of it and quit possibly drunk off your ass.

“DD, hellooowww.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him as you give him a sappy grin.

“Don’t let him in Y/N he didn’t guess the password. It’s Jesus...the passwords always Jesus.” Warns Klaus in the background. Diego raises his eyebrows at that as your face falls in disappointment.

“Dammit Klaus now he knows.” You turn round to hiss at him like an angry cat.

“Y/N I don’t really...uh..really feel good.” Mumbles Klaus as he leans himself back against a pile of pillows. You purse your lips into a tight frown, realizing in your own buzzed state that the fun is over and you’ll have to go home, but it’s cold outside. You look up at Diego as he stares back down at you, he’s not entirely sure if your about to cry or not, until your face abruptly lights up into a cheeky grin taking him off guard.

“Y/N. Don’t do it.” Is all he has time to say before you hastily slam the door in his face and turn around to get the high ground on Klaus’ bed. You’ve got an empty bottle in one hand as Diego shoves the door open eyeing you up like a wolf to his prey. You’d be more turned on by this if it wasn’t for the fact that you really don’t want to go home. He carefully walks in closer to you as Klaus watches in amusement, loudly cheering Diego on. You’re back presses against the back wall as you hold out your empty wine bottle in defense, “None of you bitches could handle me.”

“Y/N put the bottle down.”

“I’ve died of alcohol poisoning twice you can’t kill me!”

“I wish I could do that.” Adds Klaus with a laugh.

“That’s not something to be proud of.” Says Diego as his attention snaps back to you.

“I’ve done cocaine off of Brad Pitts ass cheeks.” You cackle as your face breaks out into another bright smile, Diego lets out an amused huff of air, really doing his best to keep a straight face at your intoxicated nonsense.

“Oh shit me too. Or maybe he was a stripper, ya know I don’t actually recall.”

“Jesus Christ you two.” Mutters Diego as he slowly gets closer to you, his legs now reaching the bed. He gives you a pleading look as he reaches his arm out for you to take.

“No TOUCHY. I have a boyfriend!” You shout back, as he quickly takes the opportunity to snatch your bottle out of your hand and toss it into the nearby destroyed pillow fort.

“Y/N I am your boyfriend. And we need to go home now. Please.” You give him a dirty look before rolling your eyes and walking into his open arms, not being able to resist from him any longer. He hugs you tight while gently setting your feet onto the carpeted floor.

“I’ll help you put your boots and coat on okay? Just sit on the bed please.” He sweetly asks, you oblige without so much as a pout. Letting him take care of you in the smallest of ways, once you’re finally all ready to go he takes your hands and pulls you up.

“See ya ‘round Klaus. Have fun, do crimes.” You wink while shooting him finger guns, he nods his head lifting up a lightsaber to salute you.

“May the forces of this broken umbrella be with you.” Replies Klaus, lifting up the umbrella to salute you again. Diego lets out an amused snort as he says goodbye to his brother and ushers you out the door. He holds your hand the whole time as he leads you throughout the Academy and all the way to the front door, where he opens it for you to walk through.

When you walk outside the air is calm and quiet, the world is cold and surrounded in a shimmering white blanket of fresh snow. A small silent parade of silver confetti falls lightly from the dark sky, landing on your flushed face as cool icy kisses touch your hot skin. It feels nice and has your head spinning as you wait on the sidewalk for Diego to finish locking the front gate. His steps are quiet in the snow as he links his arm with yours, startling you for a second before you relax back into his touch. The two of you walk peacefully through the snow covered sidewalk for about fifteen minutes before you decide to break the quiet.

“So hows’ err night ‘iego?” You slur while struggling to stay balanced, your head feels cloudy and the sparkly snow is messing with your perception due to you being drunk and all. He pulls you in closer while placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head.

“I saved this old guy from getting robbed by some teenage punks, who clearly didn’t know what they were doing. It was too easy, but uh...that was about it. Pretty slow tonight actually.” You let out a satisfied hum in response.

“You’re like...so...hot.” You mumble while craning your neck to get a good view of his face. He looks down at you with an adoring smirk gracing his lips, his very very kissable lips. You can’t help yourself as you pull down on his jacket collar and crash your lips into his, its a sweet but brief embrace, as he pulls away first. You give him an annoyed pout while he smiles, shaking his head at you.

“We gotta make it home Y/N. I can already tell how bad your hangovers gonna be in the morning.”

You give him a what-the-fuck face, still pissed that he broke your kiss so soon and is now instructing you like a mother goose. You’re not having it one bit. In response you pull his hat down into his eyes and trip him into a snowbank, you watch in amusement as he disappears into the cold puffy whiteness. Only to come back into view with an angry grunt as he pulls himself to his feet, you’re absolutely losing your shit watching him struggle and get frustrated with you. By the time he’s removed the snow from his face, he stops his angry protests to watch you crying with laughter. His frustration and growing irritation slowly dissipating away as he sees how truly happy you are, it’s adorable to watch someone like you in such a rare drunkingly blissful state. He breaks out into a tired grin, thinking it best not to provoke you anymore as he abandons the idea of throwing a snowball at you. As this decision may not end very well for him.

“Come on you goofball lets get inside. Some of us can actually get frostbite.” Diego tells you while throwing a snow covered arm over your shoulder, your face breaks out into a crooked half smile as you lean into Diego’s warm side once again. Then without warning your stomach lurches with a nasty after taste of whatever you ate earlier touching your tongue. Instantly you break from his grasp, turning to the snowy street curb and abruptly puking onto the dazzling snow innocently minding its business below. Diego instantly rushes to hold your hair back as you loudly let it all out, your body feels like it’s on fire and your throat hurts as you continue to vomit a nasty mix of alcohol and chicken nuggets. Once done, you quickly wipe off your mouth of any lasting unwanted particles.

You spit in the snow, turning around to face a concerned Diego who looks at you worriedly with those big brown eyes of his. You give him a theatrical bow, before hanging your head down in exhaustion as you slowly shuffle past him.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

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boogiewrites · 4 years ago

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No. 9: The Body

Chapter Three

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary: Diego confronts Eve about the strange events that have surrounded him when he’s with her. Will he find the answers he wants?

Warnings/Tags: Angst. Talk of injury and past trauma.

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Finally, she had a day off, where she could indulge in the tiny bit of irresponsibility her life and career balance allowed. She’d prepped an ice bucket to allow for maximum laziness, shoving her wine bottle into it. She looked at the wine glass she’d sat out and wondered how long she was going to lie to herself and pretend she wasn’t going to be drinking straight from the bottle. She had sweets, snacks, and a jug of water and she was ready to settle in and binge and stay up as late as she possibly could. She’d probably pass out around dawn then figure it out from there. She had no plans, no drinks with coworkers, no fitness classes, just a hot date with her comfy couch, and a heavy pile of blankets.

She’d fulfilled a small portion of this goal, an hour or two into her ‘Scrubs’ marathon when there was a tapping on her window.

“Oh, kitty! You’re back!” She says quickly sitting down her wine and rising from her cocoon on the couch. “You’ve been gone a few days I was getting worried about you with the snow. I kept some fish from my leftovers for you.” She coos as she makes her way to the window, unlatching it before turning on her light to show a large black figure. “You’re not a cat.” She states plainly.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Diego says with a sarcastic expression as she blinks and in her buzzed state processes this information.

“What are you doing here? You’re not due for another few weeks at least, right?” She asks, hand on the window sill still, not being raised fully.

“No I uh… wanted to have you look at that wound again.”

“Oh is it-?” Her mind switches naturally to doctor mode, even if she wasn’t sober and wasn’t nearly as quick or graceful. “Come on in then, let me pause this.” She pushes the window up as he slinks in behind her and she fumbles with the remote. “What seems to be the problem?” She asks with her eyes on his covered torso and hands on her hips. He seemed to be moving fine.

“Is this a bad time?” He asks seeing the food and wine bottle on the table.

“No, well… I’ve been drinking but I’m FINE.” She insists with a wave of her hand. “Sober enough to help you out at least. I was just watching tv.” She excuses herself.

“Well, I was making sure no one was here with you.”

“HA!” She laughs a bit louder than intended, then clears her throat. “Um, no, no one else here. There never is.” She chuckles.

“What about the cat?”

“Oh! Well, I suppose he would count as having a man over.” She offers a warm, sleepy expression that gave away that she was a bit drunk. “Well I mean there’s you. But I don’t know if you count as having someone over since I’ve never invited you.” She makes herself chuckle.

“You told me to come in just now didn’t you?” He teases.

“Yeah but...you came through the window I don’t think that counts.”

“Window? Door? Both lead to the same place, what’s the big difference?” He asks sarcastically, he was a bit relieved she seemed in a good mood but was hoping she wasn’t a mean drunk if she got mad at the topic of discussion he had on the table tonight.

“Societal expectations? Cultural… rules?” She offers and waves her hands. “Don’t make me think of words right now just- what do you need? What's wrong?” She moves towards him focusing herself up.

“The wound was a gunshot wound right? We pulled the slug out?”

“I pulled it out, but yes, go on.” she waits for him to raise his shirt as he talks.

“I’ve noticed something weird when I come to you for help Doc.” He lifts it to show a recovered body. “These things keep healing... and fast. I need to know how you’re doing that because I’ve been losing sleep over it.” His tone was harsher and she felt the energy in the room shift.

She leans forward to make sure she’s seeing clearly. They were healed. Pink scars over the newest and the wounds from over a month ago now we’re barely visible.

A bubble of acid rose in her throat as she stood back up, and it wasn’t from the drinking.

He sees her body language change drastically. It’s like he’d hit her the way she slunk back to rest on the back of the couch.

She takes a shaky breath to compose herself as a lifetime of fears and questions flood between her now glassy eyes. “I... don't know…” she forces out a whisper.

“I think I deserve an explanation here.” He says taking a step towards her as she quickly wipes away a falling tear to hide it from him.

“I don’t have one.” She begins to cry. The past trauma of being confronted and abused for the weird things that happened to her when she was young come at her as his intimidating body language moves closer.

“I think you do…” still going with intimidation just in case she was faking. Hand ready to grab a knife if she flinched to attack.

“I don’t.” She shakes her head and covers her face in her hands. “I don’t mean to…” she sniffles and moves to teach for a tissue. “It’s just... a thing that happens sometimes and I don’t… I don’t know what... why…” she cries harder this time and his tension shifts. “I’m sorry I’m… I've just been able to get by hoping no one notices it and asks and now…” she motions towards him. “I don’t want it. I don’t want anyone to know, please.” She reaches out and takes his hand. “I don’t want to have to run again. Please.” She holds his forearm as she cries and boldly meets his eyes.

“What do you mean run?”

“My mom she… I did weird things as a kid and she…made me so scared of it, of myself...of her.”

“What’d you do?” He quietly asks. Now moving to put his hand over hers and felt her shaking.

“Afew times when I’ve had traumatic things happen I’ve… had weird stuff happen. Brought animals back.” She uncomfortably rubs her arms.

He was piecing it all together in his head. Her career choice made sense, an easy cover for her to just be good at her job and not have to address her abilities since she’d had such fear put into her about it. No father, uncontrolled powers during emotional outbursts. It was all adding up.

“Eve?” His voice was softer this time. “When’s your birthday?”

“My...birthday?” A confused brow appears as she looks up at him.

“Yeah just...humor me.”

“Uh...okay?” She answers shakily. “October 1st-“

“‘89?”

She nods. “How did you-?”

He sighs and puts a hand to her back and pats it supportively. “Eve. I think it’s about time we talked.”

Eve watched him curiously, his face seemed to pity her and she hadn’t expected it. He thought he’d either tell her she was full of shit and not believe her. That was her first assumption. The second was he’d kill her because he was an assassin to kill people like her. Some Men In Black type shit. And while she didn’t expect that theory to play out, the arrival of the third option of total acceptance was baffling her.

“Why did y- how did you know?”

“Because it’s my birthday too.”

“Huh? What are you insinuating?” She wears her confusion unfiltered on her face as she looks up at him and rises from the spot on his chest.

“Remember when I told you my name? What did you say about the kids in the 90s? The crime-fighting super powered ones…?” He winces.

He sees the realization wash over her face.

“We all had the same birthday...October 1st, 1989. I was that Diego... I Am that kid….was that kid. right? I mean I’m a man now-pfft obviously-“

“You’re the fucking Kraken?” Was her loud response as she pushed away to look at his face.

“Yeah…” he draws out the word and gives a nervous forced smile. “Or Number two… as Dad called us.”

“You...you’re…” she begins repeatedly as she fidgets her fingers in thought. She huffs out a nervous laugh suddenly. “Well, that would... make sense wouldn’t it?” She looked around the room as if it might hold some answers to her bewildering flow of thought. “I just... hold on.” She says with a head shake, the emotional rollercoaster sending her spinning and no longer the alcohol as she moved to fix that. “If I’m gonna deal with this level of shit I’m going to drink more. Because... fuck doing it sober.” She says as she leans to take a bottle of bourbon out of her cabinet and sit back on the couch before cracking it open and downing a large drink.

“You seriously didn’t know you had powers?”

“No! I just thought...I don’t know. I thought I was a good doctor? I guess?” he sighs and takes another shot.

“You are but... I mean you… really didn’t notice?”

“It has rarely happened at work… and normally I don’t have much of a reason to try to heal people outside of work hours. Until you showed up.”

“So any other times you’ve used the powers?”

“Not at work. Or when I was a kid. I thought I must’ve grown out of it.”

“So..” he twitches his nose in thought, lips parted slightly. “Would that fall under “...occurrences at peak emotional environmental stress instances”?” He repeats back from lessons.

“Yeah…” she groans and slumps against the couch looking away and shamelessly pouting because denial had been nice. “Fuck.” she shouts up at the ceiling. “I have fucking… “powers”? What the fuck is that even-? I’m not... this isn’t...Nah, it can’t-”

“Eve.” he sits down next to her and grabs her shoulder. “It’s fine.”

“How are you so calm?” she asks almost angrily. “Did you know other people had powers? Like what… how many of us are there? Was I supposed to be adopted? Do I get adopted now? I’m way too old to-“

“Woah. Breathe.” He demands as she begins talking a bit too fast. “I can only answer one at a time.” He extends a supportive raise of his brow.

“So is there like... a book you can give me. “So you have super powers? A How-to In-depth Guide” by chance?”

“Nope. Just gotta fuck up a bunch trying to figure it out.”

“Oh, that’s just wonderful. I needed more stress in my life.”

He smiles and huffs out a quiet laugh. “So no one else knows?”

“No just… my mom…” she trails off and runs a hand through her hair, covering her almond-shaped eyes for a moment. “This...would explain so much and yet somehow I have even more questions.” She sits up and takes a good long look at her hands. “What’s your power again?” She whispers and turns to face him.

“Trajectory manipulation mainly.”

“Oh right...yeah, duh the knives.” she hits her forehead and it makes him grin at her. “Sorry I’m a little... this is a lot.”

“Which is why I think we need to try something.” He announces as he stands.

“What?”

“Prove you have powers.” He says standing between her kitchen and living room.

“I don’t… uh..”

“Every time you’ve used them you’ve been emotional right? A sudden trigger?”

“Yeah…”

“Then there’s the only way to find out.” He says as he quickly takes a knife and cuts his hand.

A loud protest from Eve as she jumped to her feet to react before she even had time to think about it. She took his hands into hers and pulled them to her chest and applied pressure. “You idiot! What are you thinking? There are plenty of other ways to find out!” She shouts as she feels the rush of emotions that come with this unstructured and sudden need for her skills. She’d been off the book when she’d been with him. She’d never had a man stumble to her apartment asking for help, this was something new and it’d made her feel a bit more alive. Like some energy tingling around her nerves inside. She felt the cool flush over her face as they stood close.

“No other way that would get you to react.”

“We really need to discuss your impulsiveness.”

“Focus. Focus on healing it.”

“How?’ I don’t-“

“Yes you do, c’mon. I believe in you.”

She met him with unsure eyes but did as he said. He would know best in this instance, wouldn’t he? If he believed in her, she supposed it was best to follow his lead and believe in him back.

She holds it close and he feels his muscles twitch. The pain had ceased when she’d clasped him to her, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. She needed to know she could do it. And tough love was the only way he knew how to make powers work because that’s all he’d ever known. She focused and he soon felt a warm wave of contentment wash over him for a fleeting moment.

“Was that you?” He asks her, her eyes still shut and brow concentrated.

“I…think so?” She says before looking down at his hands with a sigh before revealing them. “Okay,” she whispers before removing her hand where he cut himself. “Is it?” She begins softly, hands gently wiping the blood away. “Let’s wash it, come on.” She drags him steadily to the kitchen sink and there the answer was underneath. The cut was gone. “Holy shit.” She heavily exhales and lets his hand go.

“That’s… good work.” He says moving his hand in and out of a fist. “Good as before.” He nods in approval as she leans against the counter in shock. “You okay? How ya feeling?”

“Tired.” She nods slowly and meets his gaze. “Shocked. And… hungry.”

“You wanna do something about any of those?” He offers, smiling at her and nudging his head towards the fridge.

“Yeah.” She nods and turns to splash her face with water. “Some real food. Uh, get the blue container and I’m gonna…” she looks around and makes a straight line for her water bottle. “Sit down.” She says to herself and takes a good long drink. He follows her orders and sits next to her, two forks stabbed into a plastic container of noodles. “Yeah, that…” she nods and smacks her lips. “Made me surprisingly tired.”

“That’s normal. Carb up here.” He moves the food to her lap and she doesn’t hesitate.

After a big laborious bite, she shifts the container between them and offers him to join in. “So what now?”

“Whatever you want.” He shrugs.

“There’s not like some registry I have to get on is there?”

He laughs in response and assures her there isn’t.

“Does using yours make you tired?”

“Sometimes. If I have to do a lot at once. Like, stop an army’s worth of bullets in mid-air.”

“You’ve… done that?” her eyes stare unblinking.

“Oh yeah.” He nods as if it was nothing. When in fact it was one of the harder things he’d ever done with his powers.

“I want to be able to do that.” she looks at him pitifully. A touch adoringly. “Or whatever my equivalent is to that.”

“You can, you’ve just gotta practice.” She nods as she tries to envision a new future that involved this new knowledge of herself she’d gain. “Start with controlling the emotions. Then learn how you wield it without them.”

“So you don’t have to be, like, angry to throw knives you can just do it.”

“Right.” He smirks and throws a knife with little effort that curved and lands in her coffee table.

“Did you have to stab my coffee table?”

“It’s a casualty you’ll learn to deal with it”.

“I do at work already.” She frowns and takes the knife.

“How’d you even become a doctor anyway? Were you so good at keeping people alive they just gave you a degree?”

She sputters out a laugh. ”I fucking wish.” The first big laugh he’d seen from her unfolds as she shakes her head not knowing whether to be insulted or not. “I was, am...naturally gifted for it it seems.”

“Isn’t it hard? How’d a girl like you manage to get into med school? You’ve made yourself sound like some little badass.”

“I was a badass.” She grins. “So much so that they threw my badass in jail.” She laughs. “You couldn’t tell my punk-ass nothing. I was a statistic waiting to happen. A young runaway, abusive home, repeat offender, all that shit.” She motions with her hands as she speaks. “But...there was a very tough but fair veterinarian that took me on to do some work for community service and all that. And I ended up being surprisingly good with the animals. She gave me more responsibility, I took it all on and got better. She gave me a chance to be somebody. To prove I was more than stat for the system, y’know. She told me I could do anything I wanted and she’d pay for my tuition. So I did. She got me into college and...here I am.”

“Why a Doctor?”

“To help people.” She shrugs. “As cliche as it is. Thought I was good at it, was told I was a good role model for kids that were like me”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No, I’m just some juiced up mutant with powers to heal. My career is a fraud.” She says only half-joking.

“Power doesn’t make you good at math. Just ask my brother.” He kids with a smile.

“Oh god, how many of you were there?”

“Seven.” He nods an answer.

“And now there’s an 8th-“

“Ninth.” He corrects. “Yeah, there was another, uh person with powers we...met.”

“Oh. Are they a member of the...Uh…?”

“Umbrella Acad-“

“Umbrella academy” she finishes.

“No, they’re not.”

“So you don’t have to be?”

“No, but...she kinda disappeared so she couldn’t join.”

“Oh sorry.”

“Nah, it’s cool. No thang.” He badly jokes and he sees she’s already seen through him. “They wanted to leave. So it’s… fine.” He tries to dismiss the subject.

“So uhh…” she pauses and fights a yawn. “I’m really tired. Like, need to sleep right now tired. So…”

“Oh! Do you want me to? Yeah-You need some rest.” He awkwardly separates himself.

“Before you go-“ she says, turning to face him by the window. “I don’t… want to do this alone.” She says with twiddling fingers. And I’d like your help.”

He nods, “I can help.” He assured her.

“So is there a way I can get ahold of you? A large spotlight I can put on the roof perhaps?”

“Can’t make those jokes anymore since you’re one of us now.” He wags a finger her way.

“Actually I think that means I can make them all I want.” She grins.

“I have a cell phone. Like a.. normal person.” He grumbles and takes it out. “What’s your number?” He puts her into his phone. Hers dings from the coffee table. “Problem solved.” He nods and slips it away.

“I’ll... see you... soon?” She asks with a tilted head.

“Guess we’ll find out won’t we?” He gives a precocious smile and slips out the window silently.

“This mysterious bit is not as charming as you think it is.” She sass's back to an empty fire escape. But he heard her. And knew she wasn’t being entirely convincing.

@s-h-e-w-r-i-t-e-s @jaegeeeeer @diegos-butt @anglovesthis

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awesometheydontknowiamhere · 6 years ago

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Not Your Angel

Diego Hargreeves X Reader Fanfiction (Smut)

Requested: Yes, by anonymous.

“Could you do a nsfw Diego x reader where she’s been trying ages to get his attention but she’s usually shy and he doesnt know she’s interested. Cue Klaus giving her a Sandy Style makeover so she goes from sweet retro sundresses to head to toe leather.”

Summary: Sick and tired of Diego seeing right through you and your shy, soft-spoken demeanor, you come up with a plan to embody his wildest dreams. With Kaus choreographing your transformation, a casual drinks with the Hargreeves siblings makes the night incredibly hard for Diego, pun definitely intended.

A/N: I actually have no clue who Sandy Style is so my work here is used on one Google search and my imagination.

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Diego Hargreaves X Reader

Word count: 2,385.

Warning: Smut, kissing, grinding, drinking alcohol, mild language.

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“Can you please take my dress off,” you begged as your best friend, Klaus pulled yet another cotton sundress over his body.

“Don’t mind me, you carry on, writing Diego on the last page of your journal.” He turned to admire the neckline on his chest. “Don’t forget to change the dots to hearts, love.”

“Klaus! Can we be serious here for a minute? I am trying to get him to devour my body, not walk right past me like you occasionally walk through Ben.”

Or at least acknowledge my existence, you thought to yourself.

You were beyond frustrated, just because you were shy and didn’t make efforts tp openly seduce him, didn’t mean that he could treat you like you were a formal acquaintance. His indifference ended tonight and you were hatching a plan with Klaus (and Ben, but Klaus refused to give him any credit for his ideas) to make him what he was missing out on.

Five hours had passed before you stumbled back into your house, armed with shopping bags and a giggly Klaus.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

Klaus walked up to you and bopped you on the nose.

“He’s going to be in so much trouble tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll make myself scarce.”

You ignored him and started dolling yourself up for the night, quelling the nervous thoughts sneaking up on you.

The air was vibrating with the beats from the music flowing from the speakers. You entered the club with Klaus already grooving to the music. You laughed as you lost him the crowd of grinding body. You walked over to your regular table where you met the Hargreeves siblings every weeks for drinks. The hush that fell over your table made you mentally pat yourself on the back. Vanya’s eyes seemed to be glued to tiny sliver of skin exposed at your midriff, while Luther was trying to look anywhere but your chest. Diego’s reaction had made the whole thing worth it, he was frozen mid-sip as he drank you with his eyes instead. A slight blush crept up your cheek.

Allison broke the spell over the table and walked over to you to pull you into a tight hug.

“You look beyond stunning. Every single man and most of the women here are looking at you,” she whispered as she pulled back to take in your outfit. You were dressed head to toe in leather, a halter top clothed your upper body, pushing your breasts upwards and together while your lower half was covered in shorts and thigh high leather boots complete with silver ornaments studded on its side. This was definitely a new territory, but it was time to pull out the big guns.

You settle down while Klaus sauntered with a tray full of shots. He sat down beside you, trapping you between himself and Diego. You tried not to press up against his side, but sneaky little Klaus had other things planned. With an arm wrapped around the top of the seat, you fit quite snugly with Diego.

Surprisingly, you weren’t the only one fighting to suppress your body’s reactions. At six feet tall, Diego caught quite an eyeful of your leather-bound chest. A shiver ran up your spine as you noticed his breath hitching in his throat. You looked at him and he busied himself with his glass.

“Shots! Shots! Shots!”

Klaus in his characteristic fashion was trying to get everybody drunk as soon as possible. You downed your drink and before you had time to completely absorb the burn down your throat, Klaus pulled you to your feet and on to the dance floor.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, his body moved in sync with the music. You laughed and shook your hips in tune with his. “Number 2 looks like he might fling a knife at me any minute,” he whispered. You nearly looked over your shoulder, but thankfully Klaus transitioned that into a dance move.

“Have you lost your mind? He chases you tonight, doll. You just relax and break hearts on the dance floor tonight,” he said with a wicked smile.

He left to grab a couple of drinks for the two of you and all the men within reach looked like Christmas had arrived early. A man in denim jacket and clear glasses approached you. “Dance with me?” He smelled faintly of jasmines and a deeper scent you couldn’t quite place. It was nice. You thought for a minute before you placed your hand in his outstretched hand. Maybe a little jealousy was all Diego needed. In any case, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity dance with this gorgeous specimen.

A new song began and he went along, not overtly close. A few beats later his hand landed at the base of spine. You were slightly surprised at the touch of his rough thumb on the exposed skin at your waist. You were well on your way to losing yourself to the music as he spun you around, your back flush with his chest. You placed your hands over his where he gripped your hips. You were now facing the seating area. You shushed the voice in your head that asked you to close your eyes and ignore the eyes on you, but tonight was about more than a physical transformation.

You took a deep breath and locked eyes with a certain dark-haired, knife-carrying Hargreeves man. You shimmied your hips against your dance partner. You teased him for the duration of the next song. Your hands travelled up to your partner’s neck as his travelled up your sides till he flipped your over one shoulder. You winked at Diego and turned your back to him.

His hands slid down your back. He was an inch away from cupping your butt and your heart started racing, wondering if you had bitten off more than you could chew.

“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” he asked nervously, moving his hands off your hips and landing it on your waist.

You didn’t get a chance to answer because Diego had already grabbed his hand twisting it off your body.

“That’s enough dancing for a night. Take a walk,” Diego nearly growled at him, his arm wrapping around your waist.

Once he was out of sight, Diego said,” Dance with me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a command.

He pulled you to him, your palms landing flat on his chest, his hand firmly planted on your hips. You ground against him, making him sigh.

“What happened to you? What’s with Sandy style makeover?”

“Why, are you complaining?”

He smirked at your reply, delighted by the fireball grinding against him.

You gripped the hair at the nape of neck, “To answer your question, maybe I got bored of the florals and the whole sunshine and cookies act, the shy girl next-door had to go.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear and bent leaned towards you, his lips blowing near your exposed neck, making you shiver.

“I am glad you made this choice,” he whispered in your ear.

His lips were so close to your skin; you wanted nothing more than him placing them on your body.

“Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on expressing your emotions?”

Diego placed his hands on your cheek. “Like this,” he said and placed his lips firmly on yours.

Your lips moved with his, almost as if this was a century old dance for your lips against his. He took control, burying his hands in your hair. You opened up to him, his tongue drawing a moan out of you, the vibrations going straight to his cock. You broke the kiss, both of you clearly out of breath. You slid your fingers through his. “Let’s get out of here,” you said entwining your fingers with his.

You walked out the back door. The moment Diego walked out and stepped into the back alley, you pushed him against the exposed brick wall. Running your palms over his covered biceps, you captured his lips in a searing kiss, teasing his bottom lip and tugging it into your mouth. Your kisses travelled to his ear and you sucked on his earlobe. Your tongue continued getting acquainted with his erogenous spots, duly noting the points where he hissed and sighed.

Your fingers gripped the first button on his shirt, popping it open. You moved on to the next button, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled it behind your back while he took over the kiss. One hand firmly locking your arms behind you, the other grabbed your face, softly biting your bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth. You squirmed with pleasure and the result was you rubbing your leather clad breasts against his chest. He nipped your earlobe and a fresh coat of enthusiasm enveloped you.

You broke free from his captivity and unbuttoned the next one. You placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the center of the smooth expanse of his chest while your hands went to his belt.

“Umm, what are you doing?”

You gave him a questioning look. Diego took your hands off his belt and brought them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Let’s get out of here. As much as I’d like to ravish you right here and right now, I’d rather do it properly.”

You lived closer to the club and within ten minutes you were trying to unlock the door to your apartment. It was turning out to be an arduous task with Diego’s hands cupping your breasts and his lips teasing your neck.

You finally managed to get the door and both of you stumbled in. He locked the door swiftly, the protector in him peeking out. You landed on the couch, hair fanned out under your head like a goddess. He settled between your legs and picked up your left leg. He stripped of your leather boot at an agonizing pace, lifting up your calf and placing a kiss to it before repeating the same thing on your right leg.

His calm exterior flustered you because the anticipation nearly wrecked you. Months of longing and pent up desire was resurfacing and you needed more.

So much more.

He bent to kiss your slender neck and you gripped the back of his shirt with both hands.

“Take this off. Now”

Diego chuckled at your command and whipped of his shirt. You stopped him from bending and pushed him into a sitting position and straddled him. You internally patted yourself on this new found confidence and returned to the breathtaking man under you. He pulled your face towards his, this new position exciting him as much as you and kissed you with fervor.

Wetness pooled between your legs and you soon started craving friction. Placing yourself on his clothed crotch, you experimentally rocked against him. He let out a low groan that encouraged you to do it again. His hands moved to your hips and he rocked you harder, a pace that nearly brought you to an orgasm, despite several layers of clothing between you. You grabbed his shoulders, biting your lip.

“Baby, I am going to come.”

He came to a sudden halt. He picked you up and helped you on your back as he settled between your legs.

“I want to be inside you the first time you come.”

Shy Y/N popped out for a second and your cheeks heated up instantly.

He made quick work of his pants and rolled on a condom. He undressed your lower half, whispering promises of giving each square inch of your body the attention it deserves. Your hands started unbuttoning your top when he stopped you.

“Keep that on. I want to fuck you when you look like a leather rock goddess.”

He lined up with your entrance.

“Ready, love?”

A quick nod from you and he pressed his tip in. Your thighs tensed around his waist as he went deeper. Diego’s forehead rested on yours as he was fully inside you.

“You’re so tight.”

“You’re so thick.”

He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your lips, giving you a moment to adjust.

“I really need to move, baby.”

You answered with your body, linking your ankles behind his back. He rocked slowly at first, gaining momentum with every moan and whisper you made. You chanted his name in varying tempos while he pounded into you.

He felt your release approaching and his fingers went to your clit. You shuddered at the touch and clenched around him.

“Hold on a second, baby. Let’s do this together,” he said through gritted teeth.

Your insides were screaming for releasing and so were you. His hand continued to rub circles on your clit while you held on to his back. Your vocal encouragement and the sharp sting of your nails in his back pushed him to release.

“Fuck! Yes, Y/N, fuck.”

His release triggered your own and you came on his thick cock, quivering under him, holding on to him for dear life.

It took a moment for both of you to come around and he pulled out of you and disposed his condom in a nearby trashcan. He lay down beside you and pulled you over his body. You rested your head on his chest as he kissed your hair.

“Round two?”

You looked up and he winked.

This was going to be a long, delicious night.

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bucky-iss-bae · 6 years ago

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Think about us (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

A/N: So my first TUA fic, lowkey fell in love with Diego ofc. This fic, it’s not my best piece of work, it’s probably one of my worst, getting used to his character and I don’t know. I’m not happy with this hope you all enjoy still, I’ll be posting more Diego content soon xoxo

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Diego and Reader have a slight argument about the lack of time they spend together.

Warnings: Angst? Fluff... a lil, a few swears.

Word count: 964

I want to do better than this so pleaseee bare with me,

Think about us

Working hours that were basically opposite to your partners was proven to be challenging. The two of you only seeing each other at various times during the day every other day. Never enough to appreciate one another, never enough to see him properly. Sometimes you both went days without seeing one another, either he was too exhausted during the day after his long nights and his boxing, or you were from work. You felt that you only ever saw him when patching him up after a bad night.

The two of you had the discussion of moving in with one another, you had tried to plan a way to buy a place together, at least get him to move in with you in your apartment as you mainly saw one another there. He had a key to your place as did you his. But finding the time to talk to one another long enough was always difficult, and lately, it seemed as if all you ever do was argue about the lack of time you spent with one another. He had bailed on date night twice with you this last week, even if it consisted of the two of you staying in and watching a movie. It seemed impossible. You probably spoke to Klaus more than you did him.

And just like every other time you guys saw one another, today was no expectation, an argument erupted, he got angry and frustrated at what you were saying.

“Can we not just spend two minutes where we’re not arguing?” He asked sounding you sounding irritated, “Whenever we see each other it’s one thing after another”

“Because we don’t see each other! You’ve bailed on me twice this week. I had cooked so we wouldn’t need to go out on Friday, bearing in mind I had a long, shit day at work, and you don’t even have time to see me”

“You’re not the only one with long days Y/N” He said throwing his hands up, “It’s not my fault that I can’t always make it, I’ve apologised what more do you want?”

“I want to spend time with my boyfriend Diego. I feel like I’m trying to give so much to this relationship but I’m not getting anything back. It breaks my heart because whenever you cancel on our plans I’m torn between being angry but being worried about you knowing you’re out there fighting crime instead. I’m scared that the only times I’ll ever see you is when you’re hurt and I’m here to stitch you up. I don’t want to lose you Diego, but I feel like I slowly am, I don’t know what to do. That’s why I get mad, that’s why I get angry.” Your voice cracked slightly at the end, but you didn’t cry,

He stood there for a second, his mouth opening and closing, he had a torn expression on his face as he watched you trying to think of what to say in response to you,

“Y/N...” He started, “I...I didn’t think of it like that... I di... I didn’t realise you were so... so worr... worried about m...m...me ”

You nodded but also shrugged, “I know it’s a lifestyle you’re used to but I can’t help but worry. I see people die day in, day out. I see people getting hurt, and I don’t want someone I love to get hurt Diego. I don’t want to be the person waiting on someone to come out and tell me how bad it is for you, I’m worried about you. I get pissed don’t get me wrong when you stand me up, I get pissed when we can’t be that couple who spend time together. I go to your boxing matches and we can’t even celebrate after because you’re onto the next job, I just... I miss you Diego”

He sighed and had a small smile on his face, he walked up to and cupped your face in his hands, he used his thumb to brush a stray tear before kissing your forehead and hugging you, you tucked your head under his chin,

“I’m sorry” He whispered, “I should put some time aside for us. I’ll try from here on out, we can figure this out. But I’m sorry, and I love you”

You smiled appreciating his words, “What are your plans for tonight?” He asked you,

He had stopped by your place, but he was wearing his gear, you figured he would most likely be going out to protect the streets of the city,

You snorted, “I just got in from a twelve-hour shift, I’ll sit in my blanket until I fall asleep”

“You got the room for one more?” He asked with a hopeful look on his face,

You looked down at his attire before looking at his face, “Diego, you already have plans. I’ll feel bad”

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Nah, don’t feel bad. My plans are the same as they are every night. Maybe I should change them sometimes, prioritise my time” He said.

You smiled and shoved his shoulder, “You’re an idiot. Are you sure?”

“Although we’ve been together for over a year, I still find it difficult knowing that someone out there truly cares about if I make it in safe every night. But also before you, I only had to think about myself, but I realise that it’s both of us I need to think about.”

You couldn’t contain your smile, “It’s your turn to order dinner” You told him,

He just grinned back but went to grab one of the many menus you have before the both of you cuddled up on your couch to watch a few films and have some much-needed quality time.

A/N: As I said, not my best piece, hopefully, better content will be up soon xoxo

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amemixfan · 7 years ago

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Can you do #1 give me a chance for Annabelle from Havenfall is for lovers.

Name used here is Mercy Lenore. —The air in Havenfall gets frigid at night. I tuck my hands into my pockets and shiver. My breath is visible before me and I shift my weight around to gain some warmth. If she doesn’t show up in the next 10 minutes I’m leaving. Agreement or no agreement. I shiver for the upteenth time and begin to count the seconds in order to pass time. I make it to a hundred before a noise next to me makes me turn. I whirl around and nearly scream before a familiar face peeks out. My irritation spills over. “Jesus, Annabelle! You make me wait and then give me a heart attack,” I press my hand to my heart. Annabelle emerges from the wooded area and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. She almost looks sheepish for a second before her familiar neutral expression arises. “Well the Sheriff was out doing rounds tonight and I was afraid she’d catch my scent. I had to trek back a few times in order to throw her off,” she shrugs. I bite my lip and lean against my truck. To give myself something to do, I twirl my keys around my fingers. A silence elapses between us causing the feeling beneath my skin to increase. I may have doubted when Annabelle told me about our connection, but standing so close to her…I can’t deny there’s something there. “What did you want to see me for?” I ask it mainly because I need a distraction. So close to her, my mind is racing with thoughts. I was only half listening when Mackenzie told the others about partner bonds, so I don’t know if this emotion is one completely, but I do know that there’s something real between Annabelle and me that is hard to ignore. Said werewolf looks away and tucks her fingers into the waistband of her jeans before answering me. “Beau is planning something. I don’t know what it is, he only lets pack close, but I know it’s something that can affect this town. My advice? Tell the Sheriff and the genie.”“The Sheriff and djinn have a name, you know? It’s Mackenzie and Razi,” I kick off the truck and adjust the zipper on my coat. “Is that all you have to report? Nothing on Grace?”I urge her even though I know the answer. If Annabelle knew anything about my sister, she would have led with that. Still, my shoulders slump when she shakes her head. “I don’t have anything on her yet. I can’t pick up her scent near the others and Beau doesn’t mention anything about a hostage. I’m sorry, Mercy,” Annabelle moves closer to me. I take a step away from her and see her deflate. I can almost feel her disappointment and hurt when I move away, feel it through whatever connects us. I bite my lip hard and press my hands to my sides. “I’ll tell Mac and Razi about your information. If they ask, some of Beau’s men were careless,” I turn away. “Bye, Annabelle.”I extend a hand to open my truck when fingers close around my jacket. I turn to see Annabelle looking at me. There’s something sad in her expression that nearly hurts me. My rejection is hitting her hard. I almost give in then, almost apologize, before remembering who she is. She may not be a full fledged member of Beau’s pack, but she did fight against me once. She antagonized my friends and I at some point and fought us. I can’t let that piece of information go. So I tear myself from her grasp and ignore the way the bond between us burns for a second. I square my jaw and give her my best glare. It works because she looks away. “What do you want?” I force myself to sound as cold as the frigid air around us. Annabelle winces. Good. “I-I-“She fumbles for something to say and I press her on. “You…?”A deep breath and she’s back. Her fists clench at her side and she meets my gaze evenly. “I don’t have a pack,” she states. I roll my eyes and shrug. “I know that already. You’re a lone wolf-““I mean, I don’t have a pack, Mercy. I don’t have anyone. Beau let’s me hang around but he doesn’t invite me into his pack because I’m not worth a bonding ritual. I don’t have family either so I’m alone. Do you know what that’s like?” She stands her ground and seems almost confrontational. I don’t buy it. The pain in her eyes and the sense of loneliness I feel from the bond gives her away. She’s not intimidating me, she’s hurting. “And?”I shrug again to seem nonchalant. In reality, I’m losing this fight. The expression in her face, the look of someone all alone, strikes home. I know what it’s like to be alone. When my parents and family died, I was all alone. I had Grace, but I still felt lonely. Solitude is the worst form of psychological torture-that’s why prisoners get solitary confinement. The things it can do to a person…I don’t wish it on anyone. So I almost break there, almost tell Annabelle that I want to see how our story plays out-But then I steel my resolve. Grace is missing and Grace is blood. Annabelle hangs out with people who took her. That information gives me the strength to endure Annabelle’s next words without bending. Annabelle reaches for me again and I move away. Hurt, she lets her hand fall limply at her side again. “Werewolves, we have only two connections that matter, Mercy. Pack and partner. I don’t have a pack, so I only have a partner-““You don’t have a partner,” I force the words out. My voice comes out sharper than I intended and I see her recoil for a full second before she turns away. I have a feeling that, if she had been in wolf form, her ears would have dropped. I take a deep breath and shove my hands into my pockets to keep her from seeing how they shake. “I don’t care what you think, Annabelle, I’m not your partner. This bond between us, I’ll break it somehow. I can’t be connected to you-““You can’t break a partner bond-““I’ll find a way!” I scream it out so harshly my throat burns. The sound echoes around us and I clench my jaw. In a town like Havenfall, with so many supernatural beings, how many just heard me?Shit. I have a feeling Diego and Mac are on their way. I spin around and move to my truck. Forcing the door open, I climb in and slam the door. “Go back to Beau and keep reporting to me what you hear. Maybe if you bring me something good again, I’ll put in a good word for you with the others,” I call out. My fingers shake as I slam the seatbelt on. Annabelle approaches my truck and puts her fingers to the open window. Her expression is no longer guarded. She looks completely desperate and hurt. I feel that desperation through our bond. An instinct of mine that dates back to the beginning of bonds and mates calls to me then. I want to take her hand and soothe her, want that worry to disappear, but I can’t. Not when Grace is missing and my friends are fighting off a pack Annabelle associates with. “What do you want?” I snap it at her in an attempt to discourage her, but she’s undaunted. She presses her body as close to the truck as the door allows and reaches for my hand. Her fingers brush my arm and I flinch. My resolve cracks for a full, hot second, and I reach for her hand-“Give me a chance,” she whispers.Her whisper brings me back to reality and I drop my hand harshly against my lap. My teeth close around my lip and my fingers fumble for the ignition. The truck groans and splutters before roaring to life with a few delays. The sound makes Annabelle flinch and she moves away from the truck. I clench the wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white and I’m sure I’ll have the imprints of grooves on my palms later. Taking a deep breath, I glare at Annabelle. “You don’t get a chance until Grace is back here and Beau is gone. You don’t get a pack and you don’t get a bond. Don’t call me again unless you have more information-“My voice cracks there and I gun it. I no longer trust myself around her. My foot all but slams into the gas and I peel away. As Annabelle becomes a speck in the rear view mirror, I slam my hand against the dash and clench my teeth. I’m angry with Annabelle for having a bond with me, angry at Beau for threatening my friends, and angry at my friends for all but declaring war on Annabelle. But, most of all, I’m angry at myself. Angry at myself for almost opening my heart up to Annabelle. The bond between us might claim she’s my partner, but I don’t buy it. Partner bonds don’t know the full story surrounding two people, and my story with Annabelle isn’t a happy one. The odds are stacked against us in every possible way. I grip the steering wheel tighter until it hurts and keep driving away from my meeting with her. Driving away from who should be my mate hurts, but it’s necessary. Annabelle can’t be with me, can’t have a chance, because of our circumstance. While Grace is gone and Beau is out there, Annabelle is not a possibility. My mind and rational thought knows this, every instinct in me knows this-Now if only my heart would accept it too.

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tsaralance · 7 years ago

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Game of Survival

The Twilight Saga fanfiction Chapter 1

Summary. A few vampires are taken and have to fight and flight to survive.

“I’ll go hunt for a bit.” Carmen spoke and took on her coat. She kissed Eleazar on the cheek. “I can accompany you.” Eleazar spoke. “It’s the last Wednesday of the month.” Carmen said. Eleazar knew that was her hunting alone day. “Right. As long as you be careful mi amor.” “Of course I am. I have lived for fifty-one years before knowing you. I can handle myself for a few hours.” Carmen smiled and gave Eleazar one more kiss before she left. “We go shop tonight!” Kate yelled from the house while Carmen ran into the woods. Carmen was hunting on her own once in a while. Sometimes she just needed some time alone. To think about her past. Her human life. What there was left to remember after being alive for centuries and Eleazar gave her the space she needed. Even tho he rather was there by her side a lot of the time. She just had hunted on a deer when she took her time, in human phase, to go back home when an unknown vampire jumped in front of her. “Hola Sinora.” His voice was charming but with a deadly undertone she heard instantly. “I shall pass and you leave me be.” And with that Carmen walked around the vampire to continue her way home. “I’m unable to let you do that.” Two other vampires jumped on the ground, surrounding her. This was not good. She knew that. She smelled the smell of Felix, but he was buckled up in chains. This was not good. Carmen jumped high into the air, into a tree, making it break in the process as she jumped from tree to tree. “Get her!” The leader of the group ordered. Felix was growling, but was hidden unconscious in a second. One of the vampires jumped into Carmen, they both fell down to the ground, the ground cracked beneath them. Carmen screamed in anger. Something stung the back of her neck, what felt like a electric shot, and in an instant her body was numb, paralyzed, while she could process everything around her with her mind. “This is the twelfth one. Let’s go to the base and get started.”

The smell of human blood filling her nose. It smelled so good, but she tried to compose herself so that the scent of human blood would not get to her. It was a lot. There must been more than ten dead people around here somewhere. But she had been living on animal blood for decades, almost a full century and that wouldn’t be changed. Not now, not ever. Why was she here? Why were all of them here? Captured, taken from freedom, for what? What purpose was it to take different only non-gifted vampires and capture them? Carmen was buckled up, a thick chain around her arms, her feet and her neck, all combined so she was unable to frealy move. Or break it. Next to her in the cage was Liam. He looked straight forward, consumed in his own thoughts. Behind Liam was Tia, who was whimpering the whole time, like she was praying, and next to her was Felix. So the Volturi wasn’t the abducter? Or were they and was this all a trick of some sort? In all the other cages were vampires Carmen didn’t know. In total with her included their were twelve vampires. She never had seen most of them before in her entire immortal life. That’s when a similar smell hit her. Consumed her. She knew that smell. Didacus. An ancient Spanish vampire rather known as Diego. “Diego?” Carmen brought out. Waiting for an reply. “Carmen.” It was him. He was in the cage on the other side of the isle. He hadn’t changed. He still had his black curled hair that had pieces of grey into a little ponytail. The beard still covered his face and there was a scar that wasn’t there when she had known him. The scar, how did he got the scar? She wondered. He had survived. “I thought you had died.” Carmen tried to move in the little cage to go to the front, her fingers surrounded the strong iron bars. “I told you to run and hide.” Diego said to her. “I did.” “This doesn’t seem like the place to have a reunion love birds.” A dark skinned vampire said. “May I decide that for myself, sir?” Diego looked over at his neighbour. Liam and Carmen looked at each other for a moment. Liam had heard everything but didn’t said a thing, but his eyes spoke. Does Eleazar knows about him? “Yes Spanish bastard.” Diego crowled at his neightbour and the neightbour did the same. They would tear eachothers teeth out if they got the chance. “Why did you leave?” Carmen asked. She had cared for him and he just left her. In an unknown world. “May I tell you once we are out if this situation?” Diego was avoiding the subject. “Alright.” She said. She knew getting out of here was their first priority. “Does your family know about your friend?” Liam asked her. “Eleazar does.” “Who is Eleazar?” Diego asked. “My mate.” Tia looked up from over her arms, she was hugging herself and whimpering. “Liam can you move aside a bit, please?” Liam did what Carmen asked him to. “Tia?” Tia looked over at Carmen. “You alright?” Carmen asked the Egyptian girl. “Yes. I’m just worried.” Carmen moved her right hand through the cage to reach close to Tia. Tia did the same. They held hands. To show comfort. Liam didn’t said anything, ignored the two hands in front of him and just focused on his suroundings. That’s when they heard a door open. Carmen did let go of Tia’s hand and returned to sit in her cage, making herself as small as possible. A shadow appeared on the wall. It came towards them. It was a man, in a black coat, black boots and black jeans. He walked through the cages, passed Carmen towards Felix, and back again. The man stood still before Carmen’s cage, and looked at her. He was unlocking the cage. Carmen tried to move as far back as she possibly could but there was no escape option. She was trapped like an animal. Didacus started to roar and shake the cage he was in. The vampire stopped opening Carmen’s cage and moved over to Diego. The vampire opened the cage of Didacus and zapped him with something, with his hand? A power like Kate’s? Carmen just looked at the scene and a few other captured vampires started to make a lot of noise in their cages. Diego was weak, almost unable to stand on his feet while he was being dragged. The vampire strabbed Diego on the chair, like mental people in an asylum, and a big needle came into view. “What are you doing?” Liam shouted. The vampire ignored the commotion behind him. A Russian vampire was cursing loudly in Russian. That needle. It couldn’t enter through the vampire skin, could it? Diego got punctured, venom rushed out, around the needle. Diego started to scream in excruciating pain when the inside of the needle was being put inside his neck. When that was over Diego was tragged towards another room. Next was a Swahilian vampire, she was praying for merci. Next came the Russian vampire, next a british, and now the vampire came for her. She tried to fight her abducter off but without any success. Liam tried to grab Carmen by the arm, but through Carmen did he got electrocuted. The same effect like with an electric fence, the last one gets the shock. Right after Carmen got electrocuted and she lost all her senses for a short moment. She was like jelly. The shock she felt felt like the one Kate made, but the lose of her senses was like Alec’s powers, but different. This vampire, their abudcter, was gifted. When she was in the chair she tried to get the control of her body back, but it wasn’t working. When the needle entered her neck she screamed so loud the whole world could have heard. A tiny object was being injected into her, what resulted in pain. She was being dragged over to another room. Her clothes being ripped off of her, the only thing she still wore were her undergarments. When she wasn’t paralyzed anymore she started to be able to move her limbs again. “Put them on.” The vampire she met in the forest, most likely the leader, told her to put on the black outfit he had for her. “What did you put inside my neck?” Carmen asked him. She wasn’t moving one inch before she had heard about the matter. “A tracker. Now put the clothes on.” Carmen did what was asked, and new information came at her. “Just one of you can survive.” Carmen was shocked. “Now a picture.” And a portret photo was taken from her. “Here drink some.” The vampire gave Carmen a bottle. “No, thank you.” The vampire looked surprised. “Why not. It gives you more chance of survival.” Carmen looked at the vampire. “I don’t drink human blood.” The vampire looked surprised. “You are a vegetarian vampire like the Cullen coven?” “Yes. They are my extended family.” The vampire was shocked. “God damnit, if I had known… to late for it now.” With that the battle of survival began.

“They took Carmen!” The Denali’s had come all the way to the Cullen’s in Forks with the news. Carmen had been taken and Eleazar was sure it had to be the Volturi. When Carmen and Eleazar had left the Volturi because it was too hard for Carmen to see the love of her life struggle between the two worlds, did they had given the permission to leave the Volturi. But what if the Volturi wanted Eleazar back after centuries and this was the way how they would get him back. “Who did?” Carlisle asked. Esme was worried, it was written all over her face. Rosalie hugged Esme. They had always been close to Carmen, it was hard to hear their beloved friend, cousin, was taken. “The Volturi. It can’t be anyone else.” Eleazar was worried. He always had tried to protect Carmen from any form of harm, and now he felt like he had failed his duty. Failed his mate, his wife, his lover and his best friend. If something would happen to her he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Tanya took over. “We figured the Volturi may have taken Carmen to get Eleazar back into their guard. We smelled Felix at the scene we found in the woods a few miles from our home.” Garrett continued. “Trees broken into pieces, her necklace found between the cracked solid of the dirt. We followed the scent all the way to the ocean were it disappeared.” Alice left the place, got sucked into a vision. “Alice.” Edward said, but he saw what Alice saw. They all present in Volterra. In the main room, facing Aro. “Alice what is it?” A worried Jasper tried to comfort Alice and tried to take her uneasiness away. “We need to get to the Volturi.”

A day later all of them arrived in Volterra.

“We come for Aro, Caius and Marcus.” Carlisle said in the welcome hall of the palace. “Well hello.” Heidi came in, smiling. “How is everything going?” Heidi was speaking to Carlisle and Eleazar, her past coven members. “We need to talk to Aro, Caius and Marcus emedietetly.” Eleazar spoke seriously. “What is going on?” Heidi asked. “Carmen is gone. I need to know if she is here.” Eleazar said strongly. He was a man on a mission. “we do not have her. You guys are not the first vampires to arrive here to ask about their loved ones.” “What?!” Kate and Rosalie said in eunion. “We do not have her.” Heidi got bumped aside by Eleazar and without permission he walked towards the hall of his past leaders. All the others behind him, stronger together. Heidi followed. The main door burst open and the Cullens and the Denali’s entered the room. Aro, Caius and Marcus looked at their unexpected visitors. “Why do we owe this pleasure?” Aro folded his hands together as he rose to his feet. “Where is Carmen?” Eleazar asked. “We don’t have her here.” Aro said. He didn’t really care about Carmen but Edward knew Felix was gone by reading Aro’s mind. “Felix is gone too.” Edward said. “Yes.” Marcus said. He wasn’t really there in the room but he knew what was happening around him. “We smelled Felix at the scene. He was there.” Eleazar said. He didn’t believe them. “Felix has been gone for one week.” Caius said. “If it wasn’t you then who was it?” Garrett asked. Eleazar was trying to keep his composure. “We don’t know but we’re trying to figure that out.” “Why would you think we would take one of our own?” Aro asked curiously “Is it quite a normal thought that we may think you pretended it with Felix to get gifted vampires to join the Volturi for the freedom of their loved ones.” “Carlisle.” Edward said. He was warning his father right before Caius stormed over at Carlisle. His temper showing. Caius was inches from Carlisle. It looked like a deadly staring contest. “If we would have done what you say we had done it already!” Caius eyes burned with fire. Kate was growling loudly between her teeth. She was ready to rip Caius apart limb for limb. All for Irina and just because he deserved it. Tanya held her sister by the arm, whispering in her sister’s ear. “Caius.” Aro spoke charmingly but stern. Marcus was just watching the scene from his chair. Not really caring about everything that happened in his home. Caius backed away and walked slowely black to his chair. “Caius is right on this matter. If we would have done this we would have killed you all when we came to forks for the hybrid matter.” Aro looked at Renesmee, who hid behind her mother. Renesmee a child now, grown into eight years old. “How do we know you are not just telling us what we want to hear?” Rosalie asked, crossing her arms. “Rose.” Esme said sternly. “Aro is telling the truth.” Maggie and Siobhan entered the room. “Liam has been missing as well. We did come here to ask about the matter.” Siobhan told them all. “I know when someone is lying, and Aro and the whole Volturi members are telling the truth.” Maggie said. “How long have you been here?” Tanya asked Siobhan and Maggie curiously. “A day.” Siobhan replied. “You are not the first and only ones here that came to the Volturi to ask about the matter.” Maggie looked at Aro who looked back at her. “or asked for help.” “We don’t need their help.” Kate spat out. “Calm down love.” Garrett whispered to his mate. “Who else is here besides all of us?” Edward mentioned all the people in the room. Aro spoke again. He was all finding this kinda amusing it seemed. “You, them and the Egyptian coven.” Alice stepped forward. “Benjamin isn’t here. I saw him in a forest.” Edward and a few others of the vegetarians looked at her with raised eyebrows. “You could have told us that.” Rose said. “Why didn’t you told us?” Carlisle focused on her while he ignored Rosalie. Jasper just was silent the whole time. Keeping all the emotions in the room not to escalate. “Because I didn’t know it was related to what happened to Carmen.” Tanya spoke. “But it is. Whoever has Carmen also has Liam and Benjamin.” “This is some bad shit.” Emmett said. “Yes Emmett. It is.” Bella said. Amun walked into the room, his mate right beside him. “Benjamin isn’t here because he is looking for Tia. Tia is the one that’s missing.” Everyone looked at one another. “Heidi arrange a few guards and make Dimitri to try to find the scent of Felix again.” “Yes sir.” And with that Heidi left the room. “Yes to answer your non yet asked questions, Dimitri is unable to find the scent of Felix.” And Aro started to laugh like a maniac.

A few hours later Amun and Kebi, Siobhan and Maggie and all of the vegetarians were in the main room again. Jane, Alec and the three leaders were present in the room with them. “Dimitri wasn’t able to find Felix’s scent yet again. Alice have you seen any of the missing vampires in a vision?” Alice looked at Aro and replied. “I’m unable to see into the future of all the missing vampires. I can’t even get to see one second. It is like I get blocked by something.” “Like someone with a shield kinda gift.” Eleazar said. “Alice wanted to reply when the room started to shake. ��What is happening!” Renesmee yelled. She was scared. Jacob was there too, he tried to comfort her just like Bella and Edward. A kind of portal, like some screen, appeared on the left of the room, replaced the left wall by the side of the entrance. Next to it came another portal and photo’s started to appear, with names and dates. Carmen was in the middle in the left row. Her eyes were pitch black, like she hadn’t drank in days. No wonder. She was already missing for three days. Carmen’s information appeared next to her picture. Above the pictures of all the vampires was written alive. In the row next to it was written dead.

Carmen Philipa Maria Vasquez Mendoza Nationality: Spanish, British Born: Spain, Gibraltar, 1700 Changed: England, battle of Gibraltar, 1727

“Carmen.” Eleazar said. “Poor Carmen.” Said Esme. That’s when a scene started to appear in the right portal like screen. All the missing vampires standing ready. The countdown began. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1…..

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partsofthemachine · 5 years ago

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For the meta memes: one of the Umbrella Academy kids + your saddest Thought about them.

I feel like you know me well enough to know that this was going to be just a big wall of sad that I’m mostly putting under the cut.

The Hargreeves in General: Empathy is a learned behavior and it’s not one that Reggie the Dick put a lot (or any) time and effort into teaching his children. So for the most part they learned how to be empathetic and how to communicate with other people from TV It’s the primary reason their communication with each other is so strained and assholeish; because no one TV cares about real emotions. And you just have theses seven people who barely know how to name their own emotions much less deal with each other’s emotions.

Also, the fact they learned communication from TV is a large part of the reason they refer to each other by nicknames like “bro” and “sis.” It’s very common on TV, and decidedly less so in the real world where you’re not constantly establishing your relationship for an audience. The even sadder part of that is that they just didn’t have names until they were 13, and then it was only on the advice of a PR team. In a lot of ways, their numbers feel like their actual names and their names feel like affectionate nicknames which is also why they never shorten them. (For example, it’s always Allison and never Ally.)

Luther: Honestly? Luther has always known on some level that everything Reggie put him through was complete and total bullshit. There’s really no way around it. He knows what he went through, he saw what his siblings went through. And all of it is bullshit. But Luther has to psych himself up and convince himself that it’s for the greater good, that there is a reason for all of this because otherwise it’s just his father wasting his entire life. And it’s him being too afraid to ever step out that door without a mission, without a plan and start any sort of life.

Naturally, his depression from this sort of isolation and arrested development was at its worst on the moon. It started very early when he could no longer convince himself that the “care” packages coming late or short on food wasn’t a simple mistake but a sign of how little Reginald actually cared about Luther or the “mission.” In order to convince himself that it mattered, that he had to get out of bed every morning, Luther named the plant he was studying Ben because he just fucking misses his dead brother and because he has a lot of guilt over how Ben died. Ben the plant didn’t survive the trip back to earth and, in a lot of ways, neither did Luther’s motivation to keep going. If he hadn’t been thrown immediately into mission mode (the funeral, the murder mystery, the Apocalypse), there’s a good chance he just would’ve stopped doing anything.

Diego: The deep, dark truth is that Diego feels like he’s the least essential person in the Academy. Throwing knives and holding his breath are not particularly useful powers. No one needs him in a fight, and certainly not as much as he needs to be in the fight. As much as he thrives on fighting, on being constantly in motion, on moving towards some nebulous something. Honestly, he genuinely believes that if he stops moving, stops fighting, he’ll just break.

That’s also why, even if he’s not the best at showing it, Diego is the one most concerned with his other siblings’ mental health. He’s aggressive and loud and even violent about it, but he is doing is level best to try and check in with Luther and Klaus (and Vanya that one time but he made her cry and run away). Because his brothers stopped and it broke them. And maybe he can fuel all that driving and fight from feeling inessential into something that’s truly useful for them as a family if they’re not a team anymore.

Allison: Real talk, Allison never actually got her way with her father. That was a story her siblings concocted due to her powers: her ability to get anyone to do anything she wanted as easy as breathing. And because there was perception that Reggie went easy on her in training, that he was more lax with the rules when it came to her. From the outside looking in, with all the dark thoughts they had about each other and Allison’s casual callousness, it was easy to be convinced that she somehow got special treatment.

The painful truth, however, is that Reggie had little to no use for daughters. Allison got off better than Vanya because her power was useful and she was a more focused toddler. Because Allison has always been focused. Ambitious. She saw what she want and she went after it. And what she wanted more than anything was to be Number One. Was to come out on top. Nothing she could do, though, could dislodge Luther and Diego from their places, and she knew that her place was only safe as long as Klaus was popping pills or Five was being defiant or Ben was too soft. So Allison took that pain and frustration and disappointment out on her brothers and let them just believe she was cold and heartless and that she got whatever she wanted.

Klaus: The reason that Klaus is significantly more tactile than his siblings is because he’s genuinely not sure if they’re ghosts or not. With the sole exception of Allison, Klaus has seen every single one of his siblings as a ghost. Klaus tried opening up to Diego once and only once. But because Klaus has been consistently lying about being able to see Ben’s ghost and none of their other siblings have died, Diego convinced Klaus to check himself into a psychiatric hospital for the first time. So Klaus is just torn between thinking his siblings might be ghosts and thinking he is genuinely crazy.

For a kicker, the fact he’s never seen Allison’s ghost makes it even harder on Klaus. Of all their siblings, Allison has come the closest to actually dying in front of him. Klaus has held her while she bled out from losing her arm and from having her throat slit. And he’s never seen her ghost. Not once. When he’s most cogent about it, he thinks that it’s because Allison is a miracle, she came to the edge of death and pulled herself back. But, sometimes, Klaus convinces himself she was never real at all and that’s why she can never be a ghost, why she can never stay wit him.

Five: Okay. There’s nothing really sadder about Five’s life than what’s already explicitly canon. But, listen. I think a lot about the fact that he isn’t really a person anymore. Five has spent so many years in isolation and sacrificed so many pieces of his soul to save his siblings that he doesn’t really actually know how to function in society. And it was fine when there was an actual mission he was working towards: stopping the Apocalypse.

The real problem is when there’s no long an apocalypse to think about. He spent so many decades trying to save his siblings that he has no idea how to actually live with them. They are entirely different people than the people he left and he doesn’t know how to function living with them in the mansion. And it’s not like any of them ever learned how to meet people or make friends. So it’s just this really painful thing that everything he worked for feels futile because the people he was trying to save were gone as soon as he was. But they’re also still there in a way if he can just figure it out.

Ben: Extremely unpopular opinion time. I think Ben deeply resents Klaus. It doesn’t bubble up very often because, on the whole, he’s trying to let that stuff go. An eternity is a long time to hold onto the grudges and petty bullshit that so plague the Hargreeves’ existence. So he taught himself how to let go of hurt feelings, mostly by attending rehab and support group meetings with Klaus.

But the thing that’s hardest to let go of is the fact that Klaus lied to their siblings. For five years. Years where the only thing Ben wanted was to be able to communicate with his siblings, to check up on them, to make sure they were okay. And instead of doing this one little thing for him, Klaus tried to drug him away with all the rest of the ghosts. Klaus openly and blatantly lied to his siblings for years that he couldn’t see ghosts anymore. That he couldn’t see Ben’s ghost. It kills Ben to be so close and so far at the same time and he has a hard time forgiving Klaus for the lastest and sustained bullshit.

Vanya: I want to bring in a piece of comics canon that didn’t traumatize me as much as what Allison went through, but is still something I think about a lot. When Vanya was seventeen, she was sent to a music conservatory in Paris on her own. This was only weeks after Allison left and basically came across as Reggie was just done trying to deal with his daughters at all. Because Reggie was just trying to wash his hands of daughters.

It’s honestly a very bittersweet time for Vanya. On the one hand, she was fully immersed in the one thing she’s passionate about and actually feels good doing. But, on the other hand, it was the first time Vanya ever truly felt lonely. Because she had six siblings on top of her growing up and even though they weren’t close to her, it didn’t feel hollow and empty and painful. Her time at the conservatory was definitely the darkest her depression has ever gotten and she actually felt better just being back in the same city as most of her siblings made her feel so much better and safe in a strange way, even if they’re still separated.

#headcanons: luther hargreeves #headcanons: diego hargreeves #headcanons: allison hargreeves #headcanons: klaus hargreeves #headcanons: five hargreeves #headcanons: ben hargreeves #headcanons: vanya hargreeves #;; 'cause i've been living where the black meets the blue (luther hargreeves)#;; i need to move i need to fight i need to lose myself tonight (diego hargreeves)#;; all the glamour and the trauma and the fucking melodrama (allison hargreeves)#;; champagne cocaine gasoline and most things in between (klaus hargreeves)#;; run boy run this world is not made for you (five hargreeves)#;; well you can never know the places that i go (ben hargreeves)#;; you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece (vanya hargreeves)#;; now i see you in our old home where i'm always afraid to go (the hargreeves)#| well this took a thousand years and i hurt but here we are

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Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include

warnings: mentions of sex

this is really fuckin long just a heads up before you start

- you and stiles are neighbors, but he didn't really notice you much.

- that is until you hit a puberty stage in the seventh grade, and suddenly he was tripping over his feet crossing the street to your house. you were shocked when he asked if you wanted to ride bikes with him.

- but you said yes anyways cuz how could you turn down the adorable little spazz.

- you and Stiles became best friends easily in the one day, and overtime you him and Scott were a tight little group.

- scott asked you to your first dance in eighth grade, yes, scott. You'd looked between him and Stiles, and when the buzz cut boy said nothing, you said yes to scott

- no, Scott did not have a crush on you, nor you him, but you had a great time that night. though when a slow song came on, Scott made an excuse for punch and asked if you'd rather dance with stiles

- Stiles barely knew how to dance to slow songs, but you taught him. holding your arms around his neck, and his at your waist comfortably. and at one point you'd laid your head on his chest and made him promise you'd be best friends forever. he did without hesitation.

- in freshman year, it was painfully obvious that he was head over heels for Lydia Martin

- (or so you thought. that's just what stiles wanted you to think)

- but your friendship continued nonetheless, and your growing feelings for the boy continued as well.

- the both of you always made witty remarks. as well as being on the same level of sarcasm. so the banter was great

- except to Scott, who was constantly worn out by it

- seriously. he always took out his inhaler whenever you two got into it

- you’d really pushed yourself to look for nice for homecoming that year. You’d forced Scott to take you to the mall and critique each and every dress you tried on

- he told you nervously that you looked hot in the one you’d ended up picking, and you gave him finger guns

- STILES ASKED YOU TO DANCE

- you went with Scott and Stiles to the woods that fateful night, in hopes of seeing a severed body

- you and Stiles figured out together that Scott was a werewolf

- when he went to confront Scott about it, he made you stay at his house. It turned into a nasty argument, which ended with him yelling that he wasn’t letting you get hurt in the process

- you made up easily. It was you and Stiles. Of course you did

- but you were with Scott and Stiles when Scott was chained up to the radiator, so that he wouldn’t go crazy on the full moon.

- you sat with Stiles in the hallway, both of you trying not to cry to the sound of Scott’s audible agony. You saw your freckled friend close his eyes tight, and leaned your head onto his shoulder. The action provided more comfort than you’d ever know

- the winter formal was a colossal disaster. Scott snuck in, Stiles was with Lydia the whole night, Jackson was a jerk, you were left alone the entire night, and Lydia got attacked by Peter.

- you did comfort Stiles a little bit later that night in the hospital

- and you beat the shit out of Peter Hale with a baseball bat. Which resulted in you getting scratched deep on your arm. Scott Stiles and Allison took you to the hospital the second that Peter’s throat was slashed. Scott taking Stiles’ keys and starting the Jeep, Allison rushing into the passenger’s seat. Stiles was holding your nearly unconscious body in the backseat, letting you lay across his lap. You didn’t really comprehend how hard he was crying

- you didn’t know that he slept in the waiting room for two nights in a row while you were under strict ‘family only’ visiting hours

- but he ran into the room the second Melissa allowed it. You cried upon seeing him, weakly holding your arms out for him to hug you. Your pain washing away as soon as he held you in his arms.

- you had to stay in one more night, and Stiles stayed again much to your protests, and he pulled up a folding chair in the room. Sitting next to your bed and laying his head on the sheets. He accidentally fell asleep before you did, so you spent half an hour just running your fingers over his buzz cut and thinking about the life you had.

- but don’t worry, the cut wasn’t deep enough to turn you into anything

- you and Stiles became messengers for Scott and Allison. A tiring, yet sometimes fun job

- Stiles telling you all of his suspicions about Allison’s grandfather, Gerard

- as well as complaining about how cocky Jackson had become

- standing up for Stiles (and Scott when Jackson dared threaten a werewolf) whenever the little shit poked fun at him.

- he stood up for you too, because Jackson... well he was just a dick

- you became closer with Allison and Lydia, but your friendship with Stiles never faltered

- when Stiles found out that Matt was stalking both you and Allison, he flipped shit, and you were crying because you didn’t want him to know. (because you knew he’d freak out

- Stiles didn’t tell you he punched Matt the next day

- you and Stiles laughed for a long time about how ironic it was that Jackson was the kanima. I mean, come on, a lizard? Of course it was him. Jackson’s a fucking snake.

- it got unfunny real fast at Lydia’s birthday party

- you had refused to drink, knowing someone had to have spiked it. So you saw Stiles lose his mind in the middle of the party, and dragged him outside. He kept mumbling on about disappointing his father, which made you cry.

- you and Stiles accidentally passed out spooning on Lydia’s couch that night

- the night at the train station still freaks you out. First Matt tried to get you to join him, and when you’d told him to fuck off, he had Jackson the kanima paralyze you. Your limp body was tied to a chair for the entire night, and you had to watch him pull a gun on Stiles, and shoot Scott.

- you later caught Gerard drowning him when you’d been heading home. You’d grabbed Stiles’ hand so fast, unsure of what to do. Yes, the boy needed to be punished, you surely didn’t want him to have a happily every after... but he was so afraid and in so much pain.

- you Stiles and Scott picked a lot of classes together over the summer

- Stiles began to grow his hair out, which you supported more the longer it got

- also had a summer road trip to San Diego for a weekend. Big back to school shopping spree

- you were nervous going back to school after the shitty way last year ended, but Stiles constantly assured you that it would all be okay

- you complained to him constantly about the awkwardness of being friends with both Scott and Allison, and how you barely mentioned one around the other.

- “but I’m your best friend, right?” to which you’d eagerly nodded to

- groaning the second Scott told you about the alpha pack.

- “can’t i catch a break!?”

- you and Stiles catching a quick two second flicker in Scott’s eyes, shifting from brown to yellow, to red, then back to yellow. You exchanged a glance that said you’d talk about it after fighting the alpha pack.

- you getting closer with Isaac, and sitting with him on the bus ride to the motel (you didn’t know Stiles was pestering Scott as to why you’d choose to sit next to a boy who wore scarves that looked like scarves that you would buy. But Scott was in too much pain to care about his friend’s love life problems)

- you had known all along Lydia and Allison were trailing the bus, because Lydia was snap chatting you about how Allison was so still in love with Scott. While you were snap chatting her about your Stiles problems

- when you stopped at a rest stop so Allison could stitch up Scott, you were freaking out outside the bathroom, but Lydia and Isaac had no idea how to comfort you

- Stiles had rushed over and held you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest and cooing softly to you.

- “you’re okay, and you know Scott will be okay, don’t worry too much then others will wonder what’s going on in there”

- after that, Isaac sat with Scott the rest of the bus ride to the motel, and you sat with Stiles

- most of the night, Stiles made you stay in his and Scott’s motel room because weird things were happening. He’d told you to stay in there after Ethan tried to cut open his stomach with a saw

- “Stiles you know I can handle myself fine-”

- “I know you can, I do, but this is different, they have no idea what’s going on either so I need you to just stay in here, and stay safe”

- you’d listened, and ended up falling asleep on the bed waiting for someone to return

- you woke up when the door opened, a soaking Scott and exhausted Stiles dragging in. Stiles asked if you were staying with them instead of the girls tonight, and you’d nodded limply.

- after Scott got in the shower, Stiles collapsed onto the mattress next to you, mumbling ‘we’re sharing a bed by the way’ and you’d only nodded

- you restrained from screaming when he told you what had happened that resulted in Scott being drenched in gasoline. The thought of Stiles... him being gone... it killed you. But you didn’t say anything, just snuggled up against him and fell asleep in his arms. It meant more than words could’ve said

- you sat with him on the bus the next morning too. He didn’t wake you up when you left, just carried your sleeping body out to the bus and gave you his flannel to use as a blanket

- you woke up next to him relatively happy upon finding the clothing on you and your head on his shoulder, his head atop yours as he played on his phone

- you were taken with Melissa Chris and Noah, because you’d figured out that Jennifer was the darach, and what her next move was. You were on your way to warn Stiles when she’d caught you

- you were trapped in the nemeton, but you still just had this feeling in you that Scott became an alpha. You’d later learn that it was because in a way, without being a werewolf, you were his beta

- when Stiles got you and his father back, the group hug between you three was so tight you cried harder

- he called you the second he started getting night terrors

- and soon Noah began to just come pick you up and bring to the house in the middle of the night because you were the only one who could get him to stop screaming

“shh Stiles, it’s not real I promise” you laid down next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. When Stiles shakily nodded, laying down with you, Noah left the room.

“It’s not real” He’d repeat over and over.

- you always stayed on your respective sides of the bed

- you helped Allison get her stability back in the woods, and helped Stiles get his ability to read back

- it took you stepping on a bear trap for it to happen, but hey! he did it!

- Stiles told you first about his dementia

- you were as calm as possible, hugging him and telling him it’d be okay, not shedding a tear

- you went straight to Scott’s and screamed and cried and beat up his chest with your fists in anger, eventually falling to the ground in defeat and exhaustion

- you felt as numb as Stiles looked

- you went with him and Scott to the hospital for the MRI, the three of you group hugging when it was all over

- Trying not to cry. A lot those days. Mostly not in front of Stiles, so you ended up crashing on the McCall living room couch and taking over Allison’s bed.

“Maybe you should go talk to Stiles, I think you guys need some closure with each other”

“Scotty, I love you, but that would just end with me telling him I love him and there’s enough shit already”

and

“Stiles, you can’t just sit next to her anymore. You gotta tell her it’s all going to be okay. You’re little game of ‘we don’t need words’ can’t last forever”

“Scotty, I love you, but that would just end with me telling her I love her and there’s enough shit already”

- You eventually broke. Like a twig actually. You’d been sitting on his bed, messing around on your phone when he told you that he was going to admit himself to Eichen.

“Are you insane? Did you actually lose your mind?!”

“y/n... maybe they can help...”

“Why can’t we help?!”

“Professional help y/n”

- You cried a lot, too much, you got tears and makeup all over his favorite flannel. But he didn’t care, he was just glad you finally showed some emotion

- You went with him Scott and Noah to the hospital. You stood silently with them as he checked in, holding his hand so tight you wondered if he was in any pain. But he didn’t show any

- You didn’t let go until he hugged Scott and his father goodbye. Noah excused himself to go ‘start the car’ and Scott ‘offered to help’

(they shipped you two hard)

- Stiles giving you the biggest bear hug and lifting you off the ground.

“Just promise not to die in here, this place reeks of depression and I’m not even a werewolf”

“I promise. I’m coming back okay?”

- holding his face between your hands and wiping away the tears (he was trying not to let show) with your thumbs

“I’m holding you to that promise”

- two days later not being able to take it anymore. Lydia had offered a million times to conceal the bags under your eyes, and Allison offered a million times to take you shopping. Kira even invited you over for a sleepover.

- Scott being the only one who wasn’t pushing you to do anything.

- in fact he was the one who drove you to Eichen to give Stiles his pillow

“I’m sorry ma’am, he can’t have visitors yet-”

“Tough shit”

- Scott being surprised when you pushed past the nurse and waltzed towards Stiles’ room because you were usually so calm and collected in public, and never disrespectful towards your elders

- Swiping a key card off of a passing orderly, and pretty much sneaking into Stiles’ little chamber that was hardly an actual warm

- Your heart broke when you looked at him. His eyes were dark, there were pink bags under them, and his skin was much paler than usual

“y/n? Scott? How’d you guys even get in?”

- being tugged into a hug that made you feel like home wasn’t a place anymore

- he smiled when you showed him that you’d brought his pillow

“Stiles... what did they do to you?”

- your reunion was short lasted, and you were being dragged out by a male nurse named Brunski

“Wait- y/n-!”

“Stiles!”

“I’m gonna get out soon!”

- hearing him yell those same words over and over as Brunski kicked you and Scott out of the building

- wearing Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie for the next few days, waiting for him to come back

- When Noah picked him up, he brought him straight to your house, again, shattering your heart at his clearly unstable persona

- He told you first that he’d known Void had taken over

- You both sat on your bed for a long time, criss cross in the middle of the mattress just talking over everything that happened

- He was crying by the time he got to the part about Void making him have sex with Malia (which he never really knew if it was Void..or him...) and kill his room mate Oliver

“I’m a killer I’m a killer y/n I belong there I’m a psycho”

“No.. no Stiles that’s not you, that’s the demon it’s not you”

- He broke down a few times that day, and you had him lay his head in your lap so you could softly run your hands through his hair. He fell asleep mumbling something about voices

- You called the pack quickly and had them come over

- BIG pack meeting (while Stiles was asleep in your room) about what you were going to do

“y/n what if he takes over and you- or or- or anyone- what if someone gets hurt?”

“You’re not going to hurt me Stiles”

- having that conversation a lot

- in school just grabbing onto his hand when he’d get quiet, in the halls at lunch, in class

- whenever you were separated, texting him constantly

you: how do you feel? Stiles: idk lonely you: you’re in bio right? stiles: yeah you: I’m on my way over tell the teach you’re goin to the bathroom

- this happened many many times in a single day

- seriously his teacher began to ask if he had some bladder infection

- the day Stiles Void was in Derek’s loft was a hard day for you. Watching Chris pull a gun on the boy made you scream, but before you could go up to the Man, Derek had pinned your arms behind your back

- it hurt more seeing Void smirk upon the action

“oh your little spazz is so pissed right now. he’s quite angry with you Derek” The demon chuckled louder when everyone exchanged confused glances. “Well, you’re hurting y/n”

- you officially became afraid of Void when Allison had attempted to taser him, and it had no effect on him.

- you hid behind Scott while he was tied to the chair

“he’s so upset y/n, he’s upset that he’s the one scaring you”

- you moved further behind Scott, gripping onto the Alpha’s arm and burying your face into his back

“oh this is new... jealousy. he’s not a happy camper”

- you silently thanked Melissa when she put a thick duct tape over his mouth

- watching him pull foot after foot of rope from his throat horrified you in a way that will haunt your nightmares for many years to come

“it’s me guys, I swear it’s me”

- beating Scott to it, and both you and Stiles crashing onto the ground in a hug. You cried into his neck, your body crushing his chest. His arms wound around you and he cried too

- you stuck next to him in the McCall living room while everyone else came up with the plan to get Lydia back from Void

“you’re okay now?”

- he’d responded by putting his head on your shoulder, and taking your hand in his

“I’m here to save my best friend”

“And I’m here to save mine”

- Scott had looked at you, prompting you to say what everyone (minus Stiles) knew you were here for (to save the boy you loved) but you’d only nodded, too afraid in the moment to say anything

- you’d screamed, nearly louder than Lydia upon seeing an Oni pierce a blade through your Argent friend

- Stiles had grabbed onto you so fast, holding your face against his chest as you were still screaming, body convulsing against his.

- he ended up having to pick you up off the ground, while Scott was with Allison. He carried you to the jeep, and you sat in silence with him in the backseat

- Chris took you both with him, Scott, Isaac, and Lydia to the police station to *cough* explain the death of Allison Argent

- Noah let you stay silent, seeing how much deeper it was effecting you

- the man took you with him and Stiles home for the night

- you barely slept, you just laid in bed across from Stiles, who was holding both your hands between his

“It’s my fault, I did it to her-”

“Stop, you didn’t, you know you didn’t”

- you were already out of tears, the entire void experience had drained you, so you were mostly in silence. But here and there Stiles would say something to you

“Do you hate me?”

“Of course not”

- he asked this a few more times that night, until eventually you leaned up, and kissed his cheek, then buried your face into his shirt, whispering a soft ‘no’ before finally falling asleep

- you were pissed when he held the sword to his chest, the stupid boy thinking that it would help everybody

“Stiles don’t, Stiles don’t please, please don’t, drop it Stiles please”

- when he’d dropped it, you’d wrapped both arms around his waist, and didn’t release the entire night

- you freaked when he passed out after void turned to dust

- but when he woke up, you were more relieved than you’d ever been before

- the both of you went together to get clothes for Allison’s funeral

“Is this one okay?” you would ask softly

“I think it’s beautiful”

“Stiles you said that about the last four”

- your hand was wrapped in his throughout the entire ceremony

- and after, you him Scott Lydia and Kira went to the McCall house, just wanting to grieve together

- it took you a few weeks to find actual peace, but Stiles was there with you through all of it

- but the day Stiles came to your doorstep an eager and boyish grin on his face as he told you Malia Tate (a girl who’d quickly become your friend) was his girlfriend, you’d lied to him for the first time

“good for you Stiles, I’m glad you found someone who made you happy”

while on the inside it was more like...

“that’s great Stiles, not like I had my fucking heart on my fucking sleeve for you. glad that you found someone who’s better than me”

- but he was smiling so happily, you couldn’t tell him the truth

- Scott chewed you out for lying, Kira chewed you out for not telling Stiles you loved him, and Lydia chewed you out for not jumping Stiles’ bones when you’d had the chance

- and every time there was some sort of opportunity for you to say something to Stiles, Scott would give you a look, or Lydia would kick you under the table, or Kira would cough. Sometimes all three

- but you were somewhat friends with Malia. and you were friends with Stiles. So you let them have their relationship, and you slowly grew away from Stiles

- you became closer with Liam, a new beta, and his friend Mason

- you loved Mason

“Scott, Scott who’s that kid she’s talking to? Since when did she go for freshmen?”

“Stiles, he’s gay, and you have a girlfriend”

- you didn’t know this, but every time Scott reminded Stiles of his girlfriend, he did it bitterly.

“Is uh... is Stiles and Malia going okay?”

“I dunno why don’t you ask”

- Scott became a very bitter person when either of you brought up the other. But Lydia would back him up with something snarky

- when in Mexico, watching Stiles let Malia dance dirty with him, went right on the list of things that would haunt your dreams. Which sucked, seeing that being stalked, attacked, and your best friend being murdered was on the same list

- you ended up getting yourself strapped to an electric chair, and Scott took most of the blows, but you got one for mouthing off to the Calevera’s henchman

- Stiles had screamed your name when you were released, your spasming body falling to the ground. But Lydia had gotten to you first, and Stiles just stood and watched as she held you and asked if you were alright repeatedly

“I-I-I-I’ll b-b-be al-alright”

- when the spasming ended, she helped you up, and Stiles couldn’t tear his eyes off you

- he’d never been jealous of Lydia before, but her arm around your waist as she walked you back out to the jeep seemed threatening to him

- you sat in the backseat on the ride home (the day was interesting... a young Derek being in the backseat and weird bone men attacking Kira and Malia. Not to mention the Calevera’s torturing you) Scott and Kira were on his bike following the Jeep. Malia in your the passengers- seat. And you were wedged between the younger version of Derek Hale, and Lydia on your other side

- young Derek was hitting on you, and you just let it happen. What? you liked the way Stiles would glare at the teen through the rear view mirror

- you’d gone with Scott Malia and Peter to the school for the Hale loft, and ended up getting attacked by Berserkers

- Stiles came to pick you guys up, and yelled at you for going. you’d stayed silent, not wanting to break the friendship you were painfully keeping up.

- Scott took you home on the motor bike, and when he dropped you off he asked you how much it was hurting you before you went to the door

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I know when you lie, y/n”

“Then it seems to me you knew the answer when you asked the question”

- and when he heard your voice crack before you walked away, he did know the answer. more certain this time anyways

- you went to Lydia’s party, before it was a party anyways, and the blonde freshman lacrosse player, was hitting on you all. night. At one point he had himself leaning against you, both arms caging you against the wall.

“Alright, really, you’re nice, but you’re too young for me and I’m not interested-”

“Come on babe, age is just a numb-”

“She said she wasn’t interested”

- your has had widened impossibly further when Stiles had pried the boy off of you

“go screw your actual girlfriend Stilinski” was all the boy said

- but thankfully he had left after that

- you’d exchanged a glance with Stiles, and he’d asked quietly if you were alright. You nodded, thanked him, then excused yourself to find Lydia

- you told Lydia everything that happened in the last twenty minutes

- the entire pack spent the night at the lake house, even Liam did, spending most of the time talking with Scott about what being a werewolf meant

- the same blonde boy, Garret, tried to kill you a week later, to which you’d hit him over the head a few times with a bat before sprinting through the almost empty school, finding Scott, who told you the other girl, Violet had tried to kill him for being a werewolf

“I’m on the deadpool”

- the realization meant you weren’t as human as you thought. you’d said this at the pack meeting, and for some reason, your eyes were locked with Stiles’. before Malia pulled his attention back to her

- so you went from researching with Stiles, to researching with Lydia

- you found out that you were a witch. not the broomstick kind, but the kind with telekinesis. You figured that the bite triggered it in you, but never really proved that theory

- so you did some training with Liam, both of you learning about your powers together since he was still trying to get the hang of the werewolf thing

- but you still missed Stiles miserably, and Lydia was the one who seemed to notice the most

“y/n i love you, but you’re miserable. All the time”

- and she was right

- so one night, on a total whim at 10 pm, you drove yourself over the Stilinski house hold to talk to Stiles. Maybe tell him your true feelings, or just talk, because he had to notice the change in your relationship, right?

- but fate was against you that night. your car got a flat tire, which lead to Kate kidnapping you and dragging your sorry lover ass to Mexico

- Stiles lost his freaking mind

- when the pack (+ a shady ass Peter) came to get you, Scott was long turned into a berserker

- and when he broke free from the curse, Peter revealed his true intentions, and knocked you out with one blow

- you woke up to a lot of movement, and barely opened your eyes to see Stiles carrying you, yelling that you were going to be okay over and over again

- you just smiled a little bit, and leaned into him as he brought you to the jeep

- he let you sit in the passenger’s seat on the ride home

- Lydia hugged you tight, and screamed at you for having a death wish

- you her Malia and Kira had a sleepover, where you might have had some drinks and maybe proclaimed your love for Stiles

- but Malia was actually cool with it

- you forgot all about it the next day

- that summer, all of you went to San Diego together, and promised each other to make it a tradition

- senior year was gonna be bad, and it was all Stiles would talk about.

“I mean Theo? he seemed really shady don’t you think y/n? Don’t you think?”

“no, I think you mean to say he seemed dreamy”

- you didn’t know how much more shady that made Theo seem to Stiles

- you opened up with him more though. your friendship was still mending back together, but at least he no longer ignored you

- Theo made his advances on you, and when he asked oyu out, you’d happily said yes

- when you told Stiles, he made a face

“what? I thought it was sweet”

“well I think he has other plans. why else would he ask you out?”

- Stiles immediately realized his mistake

“wow Stiles. so what reason would a guy ask me out if he wasn’t trying to use me?”

- there were tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the house, ignoring Stiles as he yelled after you

- you went on your date with Theo, and he was a real gentleman

- you made big deals about kissing in front of Stiles

“he reeks of jealousy”

“that’s not jealousy Theo, that’s just anger. and that’s what we’re going for”

- after two weeks of this, you were trapped in your room on a school night, reading up on chimeras when there was a knock on your front door. you didn’t expect Stiles to be standing there

“we need to talk”

“if this is about Theo, then go home Stiles because-”

“I don’t care about Theo, I did something bad y/n”

- you’d quickly ushered him in, and upstairs to your room

- he began to cry, and you rubbed his back comfortingly, throwing all your past conflicts out the window, just wanting the boy whom your heart ached for to feel safe here

- you weren’t expecting him t tell you that he’d killed Donovan, but you sure weren’t mad at him like you thought he’d be

“you don’t hate me?”

“no” you answered softly

- you had a movie night together, and for a few hours, it seemed great, pocorn fights, for a whole Star Wars film you’d even slept on his shoulder

- you were woken up by Stiles getting up, and cleaning the area

“you can stay the night if you want, my parents aren’t home”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Malia’s probably already waiting for me at home, and I don’t think your boyfriend would like me staying over night with you”

- surprisingly, his voice wasn’t dripping with sarcasm, or bitterness, but with reget, and a sad undertone. you’d nodded, and followed him to the door as he put on his shoes and jacket

- you told him to get home safe, and he pulled you in for a hug that you hadn’t had in so long that just... replenished your well being

- Theo was a lying, bitchy, manipulative, jerk

- Lydia was admitted into Eichen

- Liam hated Scott

- Kira was with skin-walkers

- Stiles broke up with Malia

- and you were broken

“you were right you were right” you cried to Stiles on his doorstep in the pouring rain. “I should’ve listened you’re always right”

“Shh..shh come inside”

- he wrapped you up in blankets and towels until your body stopped shaking, and you broke down to him, just like you had both done before. You told him how you missed Lydia and Kira, how Malia wasn’t talking to you (to which he said ditto) and how Scott steered clear of everybody

- you fell asleep in his arms

- it was difficult, but the two of you had managed to cinch the pack back together, enough to kidnap Kira, and plan to save Lydia

- Theo’s pack seemed to have plans for her too, and you ended up getting held hostage by Theo in Eichen

- Scott and Stiles found you, his claws to your throat

- and you’d never seen Stiles so furious

- Scott ended up kicking ass, and you were thrown into Stiles’ arms

- YOU SAVED LYDIA!!!

- the pack barely did it but they escaped, and all went to Deaton’s where the emissary and Scott Kira and Malia stayed in the operation room to help Lydia

- you went to sit outside on the curb of the vet, needing frfesh air to clear your mind

- Stiles followed you and sat beside you

“I was really freaked out tonight... when..uh.. when Theo had you”

“Trust me, I was to” You managed a soft laugh, and glanced over at him. His eyes were stuck down on his shoes.

“I didn’t like the thought of... of you being gone... or something” Stiles added in a weak voice. Again, you smiled a little bit at him.

“I’m not going anywhere Stilinski, you’ve got nothing to worry about” You put your hands into the pockets of the hoodie (the red one you’d stolen from Stiles earlier that night)

“yeah but... but what if something did”

“Stiles” You turned to him. “I’m fine, really, I don’t have a single cut, I’m okay, you don’t have to worry so much-”

- Stiles Stilinski had cut you off, leaning forward, cupping your cheeks, and kissing you for the very first time. It was a long, warm, and very passionate kiss

“y/n, I do have to worry... I-I love you-”

- you cut him off, holding his own face in your hands, leaning forward, and kissing him for the very second time in a needy, emotions displayed kiss

“I love you too Stiles”

- you had a few happy tears in your eyes as you two kissed a few more times, only slightly aware of the pack watching you through the windows of the building

- you pretended not to notice Kira giving Scott thirty bucks

- Stiles drove everyone home, dropping you off last and trailing you to your doorstep

- he promised you that when all the Dread Doctor business was over, that he’d take you on a real date, to which you nodded, and kissed him quickly on the tips of your toes, before saying goodnight and heading inside for the night

- you high fived Stiles when Theo was dragged to the pits of hell, and that very night, went out on your first date

- it was a picnic at the overlook in the Beacon Hills Preserve, and it was beautiful.

- lots of kisses

- a really lot

- his hand was wrapped around yours as he drove you home, and as always, he stood with you at your door

“I’m not usually one for taking boys home after a first date, but my parents aren’t home and I don’t wanna wait anymore”

- the infamous Stilinski smirk as you were pressed against the door in a matter of seconds, and familiar warm lips sealed yours

- the sex was nothing less of hot

- neck kisses, you weren’t surprised Stiles loved hickeys

- he let you set the pace, and asked you for consent five too many times

- the look on his face was priceless when you snapped on the sixth time, and you’d told him to shut up and fuck your brains out

- (but hey, he did just that)

- and after you fell asleep together, him on his back and your front pressed into his side, your head on his bare chest and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat in your ear

- lazy morning sex

- then shower sex

- then he made you breakfast, and you giggled half way through eating it

“what?”

“oh nothing, I’m just surprised you haven’t thrown me onto the table yet”

“well I was waiting for you to finish eating”

- he wasn’t lying. *clears throat and sputters*

- you applied for a lot of colleges together. but here and there you’d come across one that seemed good for you, but would be far from Stiles. You applied, on the off chance you even had the ability to get in, but didn’t tell him about the ones in New York, or Tennessee.

- you told Lydia, because you couldn’t just keep it to yourself. There was a certain hype that came with college applications. Lydia hated keeping secrets nowadays, but promised not to tell. You never questioned her loyalty

- but one day you were telling her and Malia about a university in Maine called Colby. How great it seemed, but how you had other options that would keep you and the pack closer to Beacon Hills. You may have gotten a little vocal about the situation.

“You want to go to school in Maine?” you’d whirled around so fast upon the voice of your boyfriend. Lydia and Malia ran off as soon as you were looking away.

“N-no-”

“But you applied there?” Stiles asked, his voice a prime example of broken.

“Yes- but I didn’t- it was more of a wonder really” You felt guilty immediately. “Stiles I didn’t want to.. I wasn’t- it was just-” You stopped trying to talk to take a deep breath.

“Do... do you still want the vision?” He asked, stepping closer. Your hands wrapped around his forearms.

“Of course I do Stiles, I want that with you” You said. “I mean it, I want that” He nodded, eyes flickering to the ground with uncertainty. “Stiles I love you, and the idea of going to college with you... maybe rent an apartment or something, really starting our.. our future? You held onto him tighter, and he looked at you. “That excites me and frightens me at the same time okay?” He nodded.

- dramatic kisses

- everywhere.

- all the time.

- sometimes in lunch after a particularly difficult day in class, you’d wrap both arms around one of Stiles’, and lay your head on his shoulder in a half nap.

- but other days he’d have an arm around your waist, or your hands would be intertwined on one of your legs, or on the table.

- pushing him to take his class picture

“y/n, I already took it”

“Uhm, no you didn’t Stiles. There’s no photo here”

- Stiles argued with you for a bit bout, until you ended up dragging him to get his picture taken, again.

- Malia and you became really close friends, like connected at the hip kind of close. It surprised everyone, but it made you happy. Friends were important to keep close in this town

- Stiles called you later that night.

“Baby what’s wrong it’s one am?” You’d mumbled upone answering.

“I-I saw- I saw them” His shaky voice replied.

“Saw who Stiles?” You asked, sitting up in bed now.

“The ghost riders”

- you went to his house to spend the night, and talked for a long time about what it all meant. You fell asleep crying in his arms, and him cooing and hushing you while running his fingers through your hair.

- the next day at school you’d clung to him like crazy

- he was taken that night, you’d been sitting in the jeep with him, holding onto him so tightly you were sure it would be impossible for anyone to get him. He’d repeatedly told you he loved you, anything he could.

“y/n please try-”

“I couldn’t ever forget you Stiles” You said, crying hard as tears blurred your vision. “I love you, I love you so much you’ll never know. I want everything with you, I still do, I want us to go to college together, Stiles I wasnt to spend the rest of my life with you” You sobbed, and he held you tight, and leaving bruising kiss on your lips.

“I want that too y/n, I want that too” Your arms wound around his neck, holding him closer as his head was buried into your neck.

- you still cried in the jeep even after he was pried away from you, and dragged out through the door.

hehehehe this is sooo long I’ve had this in my drafts for months.

anywho here’s somethin a lil extra to just top off my excitement for being back on tumblr again

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It’s always a good day when I open my email and get a sale notification from Audible!

This time first books in series are on sale for US members with prices as low as $4.95.

I’ve compiled a list of all my favorites (some that I have read and some that I haven’t – but will likely buy myself!) here for you in case you’re interested!

Get ready to scroll, because there are a TON of amazing books in this sale!

Books I’ve Read & Loved

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Succubus Blues Georgina Kincaid, Book 1 By: Richelle Mead Narrated by: Elisabeth Rodgers Series: Georgina Kincaid, Book 1

When it comes to jobs in hell, being a succubus seems pretty glamorous. A girl can be anything she wants, the wardrobe is killer, and mortal men will do anything just for a touch. Granted, they often pay with their souls, but why get technical?

But Seattle succubus Georgina Kincaid’s life is far less exotic. At least there’s her day job at a local bookstore–free books; all the white chocolate mochas she can drink; and easy access to bestselling, sexy writer, Seth Mortensen, aka He Whom She Would Give Anything to Touch but Can’t.

But dreaming about Seth will have to wait. Something wicked is at work in Seattle’s demon underground. And for once, all of her hot charms and drop-dead one-liners won’t help because Georgina’s about to discover there are some creatures out there that both heaven and hell want to deny. . .

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Jacob Nightwalkers Series, Book 1 By: Jacquelyn Frank Narrated by: Xe Sands Series: Nightwalkers, Book 1

Since time began, there have been Nightwalkers – the races of the night who live in the shadows of the moonlight. Love with humans is absolutely forbidden, and one man makes certain to uphold this ancient law: Jacob, the Enforcer.

For 700 years, he has resisted temptation. But not tonight… Jacob knows the excuses his people give when the madness overtakes them and they fall prey to their lust for humans. He’s heard every one and still brought the trespassers to justice. Immune to forbidden desires, uncontrollable hungers, or the curse of the moon, his control is total… until the moment he sees Isabella on a shadowy New York City street. Saving her life wasn’t in his plans. Nor were the overwhelming feelings she arouses in him. But the moment he holds her in his arms and feels the soft explosion of her body against his, everything changes. Their attraction is undeniable, volatile, and completely against the law. Suddenly everything Jacob has ever believed is inflamed by the heat of desire. Bring on the night.

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Priest: A Love Story By: Sierra Simone Narrated by: Jacob Morgan, Elena Wolfe Series: Priest, Book 1

There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God.

I’ve always been good at following rules.

Until she came. Then I learned new rules.

My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I’m 29 years old. Six months ago I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest, and this is my confession.

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Bright Side By: Kim Holden Narrated by: Roger Wayne, Lidia Dornet Series: Bright Side, Book 1

Kate Sedgwick’s life has been anything but typical. She’s endured hardship and tragedy, but throughout it all she remains happy and optimistic (there’s a reason her best friend, Gus, calls her Bright Side). Kate is strong willed, funny, smart, and musically gifted. She’s also never believed in love. So when Kate leaves San Diego to attend college in the small town of Grant, Minnesota, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with Keller Banks.

They both feel it. But each has a reason to fight it. Each has a secret. And when secrets are revealed, some will heal you… and some will end you.

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Damaged Like Us By: Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie Narrated by: Alexander Cendese, J. F. Harding Series: Like Us, Book 1

Don’t date your bodyguard.

It was the one rule he had to break.

Maximoff Hale is a force of nature. A ship unwilling to be steered. Headstrong, resilient, and wholly responsible – the 22-year-old alpha billionaire can handle his unconventional life. By noon, lunch can turn into a mob of screaming fans. By two, his face is all over the Internet. Born into one of the most famous families in the country, his celebrity status began at birth. He is certified American royalty.

When he’s assigned a new 24/7 bodyguard, he comes face-to-face with the worst case scenario: being attached to the tattooed, MMA-trained Yale graduate who’s known for “going rogue” in the security team – and who fills 1/3 of Maximoff’s sexual fantasies.

Twenty-seven-year-old Farrow Keene has one job: protect Maximoff Hale. Flirting, dating, and hot sex falls far, far out of the boundary of his bodyguard duties and into “termination” territory. But when feelings surface, protecting the sexy-as-sin, stubborn celebrity becomes increasingly complicated. Together, boundaries blur, and being exposed could mean catastrophic consequences for both.

Damaged Like Us can be listened to and enjoyed without listening to any of Krista and Becca’s other novels.

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Neanderthal Seeks Human A Smart Romance, Knitting in the City, Volume 1 By: Penny Reid Narrated by: Jennifer Grace Series: Knitting in the City, Book 1

There are three things you need to know about Janie Morris:

She is incapable of engaging in a conversation without volunteering TMTI (Too Much Trivial Information), especially when she is unnerved, No one unnerves her more than Quinn Sullivan, and She doesn’t know how to knit. After losing her boyfriend, apartment, and job in the same day, Janie Morris can’t help wondering what new torment fate has in store. To her utter mortification, Quinn Sullivan- aka Sir McHotpants- witnesses it all then keeps turning up like a pair of shoes you lust after but can’t afford. The last thing she expects is for Quinn – the focus of her slightly, albeit harmless, stalkerish tendencies – to make her an offer she can’t refuse.

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Pucked By: Helena Hunting Narrated by: Nathan Everett, Muffy Newtown Series: Pucked, Book 1

The first standalone novel in The Pucked Series

With a famous NHL player for a stepbrother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation of many a hockey star. So of course she isn’t interested in legendary team captain Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs. But when Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet’s misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes much more than just a hot body with the face to match. Suffering from a complete lapse in judgment, Violet discovers just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants.

Violet believes her night of orgasmic magic with Alex is just that: one night. But Alex starts to call. And text. And email and send extravagant – and quirky – gifts. Suddenly he’s too difficult to ignore and nearly impossible not to like. The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn’t want to be part of the game.

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Tangled The Tangled Series, Book 1 By: Emma Chase Narrated by: Sebastian York Series: Tangled, Book 1, Tangled Series, Book 1

Drew Evans is handsome and arrogant, he makes multimillion dollar business deals and seduces New York’s most beautiful women with just a smile. So why has he been shuttered in his apartment for seven days, miserable and depressed? He’ll tell you he has the flu. But we all know that’s not really true.

Katherine Brooks is brilliant, beautiful and ambitious. When Kate is hired as the new associate at Drew’s father’s investment banking firm, every aspect of the dashing playboy’s life is thrown into a tailspin. The professional competition she brings is unnerving, his attraction to her is distracting, his failure to entice her into his bed is exasperating.

Tangled is not your mother’s romance audiobook. It is an outrageous, passionate, witty narrative about a man who knows a lot about women…just not as much as he thinks. As he tells his story, Drew learns the one thing he never wanted in life, is the only thing he can’t live without.

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A Little Night Magic By: Lucy March Narrated by: Amanda Ronconi Series: Nodaway Falls, Book 1

Olivia Kiskey needs a change. She’s been working at the same Nodaway Falls, New York, waffle house since she was a teenager; not a lot of upward mobility there. She’s been in love with Tobias, the cook, for the last four years; he’s never made a move. Every Saturday night, she gathers with her three best friends—Peach, Millie, and Stacy—and drinks the same margaritas while listening to the same old stories. Intent on shaking things up, she puts her house on the market, buys a one-way ticket to Europe, and announces her plans to her friends… but then she meets Davina Granville, a strange and mystical Southern woman who shows Olivia that there is more to her life than she ever dreamed.

As Liv’s latent magical powers come to the surface, she discovers that having an interesting life is maybe not all it’s cracked up to be. The dark side of someone else’s magic is taking over good people in town, and changing them into vessels of malevolence. Unwilling to cede her home to darkness, she battles the demons of her familial past and her magical present, with those she loves at her side – and in the cross fire. Can the most important things in life—friendship, love, magic, and waffles—get her through the worst that the universe can throw at her?

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Daughter of Smoke and Bone By: Laini Taylor Narrated by: Khristine Hvam Series: Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Book 1

Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky.

In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grown dangerously low.

And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real; she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”; she speaks many languages – not all of them human; and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

When one of the strangers – beautiful, haunted Akiva – fixes his fire-colored eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

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Caraval By: Stephanie Garber Narrated by: Rebecca Soler Series: Caraval, Book 1

Welcome, welcome to Caraval – Stephanie Garber’s sweeping tale of two sisters who escape their ruthless father when they enter the dangerous intrigue of a legendary game.

Scarlett has never left the tiny island where she and her beloved sister, Tella, live with their powerful – and cruel – father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval, the faraway once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show, are over.

But this year Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.

Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. But she nevertheless becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic with the other players in the game. And whether Caraval is real or not, she must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over, a dangerous domino effect of consequences is set off, and her sister disappears forever.

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Ecstasy The Shadowdwellers Series #1 By: Jacquelyn Frank Narrated by: Kirsten Potter Series: Shadowdwellers, Book 1

Among the Shadowdwellers, Trace holds power that some are willing to kill for. Without a stranger’s aid, one rival would surely have succeeded, but Trace’s brush with death is less surprising to him than his reaction to the beautiful, fragile human who heals him. By rights, Trace should hardly even register Ashla’s existence within the realm of Shadowscape, but instead he is drawn to everything about her-her innocence, her courage, and her lush, sensual heat. After a terrifying car crash, Ashla Townsend wakes up to find that the bustling New York she knew is now eerie and desolate. Just when she’s convinced she’s alone, Ashla is confronted by a dark warrior who draws her deeper into a world she never knew existed. The bond between Ashla and Trace is a mystery to both, but searching for answers will mean confronting long-hidden secrets, and uncovering a threat that could destroy everything Trace holds precious.

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Poison Study By: Maria V. Snyder Narrated by: Gabra Zackman Series: Study, Book 1

Choose: A quick death…or slow poison. About to be executed for murder, Yelena is offered an extraordinary reprieve. She’ll eat the best meals, have rooms in the palace, and risk assassination by anyone trying to kill the Commander of Ixia.

And so Yelena chooses to become a food taster. But the chief of security, leaving nothing to chance, deliberately feeds her Butterfly’s Dust and only by appearing for her daily antidote will she delay an agonizing death from the poison.

As Yelena tries to escape her new dilemma, disasters keep mounting. Rebels plot to seize Ixia and Yelena develops magical powers she can’t control. Her life is threatened again and choices must be made. But this time the outcomes aren’t so clear.

Don’t miss Magic Study, the sequel to Poison Study.

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Sweet Filthy Boy By: Christina Lauren Narrated by: Shayna Thibodeaux Series: Wild Seasons, Book 1

The New York Times best-selling author of Beautiful Bastard, Beautiful Stranger, and Beautiful Player starts a brand new story of friends, love, and lust with Book One of the Wild Seasons series.

One-night stands are supposed to be with someone convenient, or wickedly persuasive, or regrettable. They aren’t supposed to be with someone like him.

But after a crazy Vegas weekend celebrating her college graduation – and terrified of the future path she knows is a cop-out – Mia Holland makes the wildest decision of her life: follow Ansel Guillaume – her sweet, filthy fling – to France for the summer and just…play.

When feelings begin to develop behind the provocative roles they take on, and their temporary masquerade adventures begin to feel real, Mia will have to decide if she belongs in the life she left because it was all wrong, or in the strange new one that seems worlds away.

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To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before By: Jenny Han Narrated by: Laura Knight Keating Series: To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Book 1

Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control in this heartfelt novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Summer I Turned Pretty series.

What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them…all at once?

Lara Jean Song keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for her; these are ones she’s written. One for every boy she’s ever loved – five in all. When she writes, she pours out her heart and soul and says all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control.

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Full Tilt Full Tilt Duet Series, Book 1 By: Emma Scott Narrated by: Nelson Hobbs, Caitlin Kelly Series: Full Tilt, Book 1

Kacey Dawson has always lived life on the edge – impulsively, sometimes recklessly. And now, as lead guitarist for a hot up-and-coming band, she is poised at the brink of fame and fortune. But she is torn between wanting to be a serious musician and the demons that lure her down the glittering but alcohol-soaked path of rock stardom. A wrecked concert in Las Vegas threatens to ruin her career entirely. She wakes up with the hangover from hell and no memory of the night before or how she ended up on her limo driver’s couch….

Jonah Fletcher is running out of time. He knows his situation is hopeless, and he’s vowed to make the most of the handful of months he has left to him. His plans include seeing the opening of his glass installation at a prestigious art gallery…they do not include falling in love with a wild, tempestuous rock musician who wound up passed out on his couch. Jonah sees that Kacey is on a path to self-destruction. He lets her crash with him for a few days to dry out and get her head on straight. But neither of them expects the deep connection they feel or how that connection can grow so fast from friendship into something more.

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Stray Shifters, Book 1 By: Rachel Vincent Narrated by: Jennifer Van Dyck Series: Shifters, Book 1

“I look like an all-American grad student. But I am a werecat, a shape-shifter, and I live in two worlds. “Despite reservations from my family and my Pride, I escaped the pressure to continue my species and carved out a normal life for myself. Until the night a Stray attacked.

“I’d been warned about Strays (werecats without a Pride) that are constantly on the lookout for someone like me: attractive, female, and fertile. I fought him off, but then learned two of my fellow tabbies had disappeared.

“This brush with danger was all my Pride needed to summon me back for my own protection. Yeah, right. But I’m no meek kitty. I’ll take on whatever and whoever I have to in order to find my friends. Watch out, Strays, ’cause I got claws, and I’m not afraid to use them.”

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Heartsick By: Chelsea Cain Narrated by: Carolyn McCormick Series: Gretchen Lowell, Book 1, Archie and Gretchen, Book 1

Damaged Portland detective Archie Sheridan spent 10 years tracking Gretchen Lowell, a beautiful serial killer, but in the end, she was the one who caught him. Two years ago, Gretchen kidnapped Archie and tortured him for 10 days, but instead of killing him, she mysteriously decided to let him go. She turned herself in, and now Gretchen has been locked away for the rest of her life, while Archie is in a prison of another kind: addicted to pain pills, unable to return to his old life, powerless to get those 10 horrific days off his mind. He continues to visit Gretchen in prison once a week, saying that only he can get her to confess as to the whereabouts of more of her victims. When another killer begins snatching teenage girls off the streets of Portland, Archie has to pull himself together enough to lead the new task force investigating the murders. A hungry young newspaper reporter, Susan Ward, begins profiling Archie and the investigation, which sparks a deadly game between Archie, Susan, the new killer, and even Gretchen. They need to catch a killer, and maybe then, somehow, Archie can free himself from Gretchen, once and for all.

Either way, Heartsick makes for one of the most extraordinary suspense debuts in recent memory.

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Captain By: Lauren Rowe Narrated by: Lauren Rowe, John Lane Series: The Morgan Brothers, Book 2

It wasn’t the way this kind of story was supposed to go…insta-love isn’t supposed to turn into insta-hate. But that’s exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating scumbag-player-douche looking for nothing but a little side action. Jerk. And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a “sociopath”? Asshole. And now, three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldn’t have predicted in a million years, it turns out my boss is marrying his sister in Hawaii and I’ve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week. Okay, sure, I’ll put on a happy face this week and act like I’ve never even met the jerk before – did I mention his sister is marrying my boss? – but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop secretly hating the cocky bastard’s guts. Because I do. I hate him. I really do. I just wish my brain would explain the situation to my body…because every time he flashes that panty-melting smile at me, it takes all my self-restraint not to jump the bastard’s hot-as-f–k bones.

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Flat-Out Love By: Jessica Park Narrated by: Julia Whelan Series: Flat-Out Love, Book 1

He was tall, at least six feet, with dirty blond hair that hung over his eyes. His T-shirt read Nietzsche Is My Homeboy.

So, that was Matt. Who Julie Seagles likes. A lot. But there is also Finn. Who she flat out loves.

Complicated? Awkward? Completely.

But really, how was this freshly-minted Boston transplant and newbie college freshman supposed to know that she would end up living with the family of an old friend of her mother’s? This was all supposed to be temporary. Julie wasn’t supposed to be important to the Watkins family, or to fall in love with one of the brothers. Especially the one she’s never quite met. But what does that really matter? Finn gets her, like no one ever has before. They have connection. But here’s the thing about love, in all its twisty, bumpy permutations – it always throws you a few curves. And no one ever escapes unscathed

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Never Never: Part One By: Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher Narrated by: Kevin Free, Elizabeth Evans Series: Never Never, Book 1

Never Never, a novella series. Book one of three.

Best friends since they could walk. In love since the age of 14. Complete strangers since this morning. He’ll do anything to remember. She’ll do anything to forget. This novella is recommended for readers age 16+ due to mild language and sexual content.

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Shatter Me By: Tahereh Mafi Narrated by: Kate Simses Series: Shatter Me, Book 1

“You can’t touch me,” I whisper. I’m lying, is what I don’t tell him. He can touch me, is what I’ll never tell him. But things happen when people touch me. Strange things. Bad things.

No one knows why Juliette’s touch is fatal, but The Reestablishment has plans for her. Plans to use her as a weapon.

But Juliette has plans of her own. After a lifetime without freedom, she’s finally discovering a strength to fight back for the very first time – and to find a future with the one boy she thought she’d lost forever.

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Shacking Up By: Helena Hunting Narrated by: Jacob Morgan, Rose Dioro Series: Shacking Up, Book 1

Ruby Scott is months behind on rent and can’t seem to land a steady job. She has one chance to turn things around with a big audition. But instead of getting her big break, she gets sick as a dog and completely bombs it in the most humiliating fashion. All thanks to a mysterious, gorgeous guy who kissed – and then coughed on – her at a party the night before.

Luckily, her best friend might have found the perfect opportunity: a job staying at the lavish penthouse apartment of hotel magnate Bancroft Mills while he’s out of town, taking care of his exotic pets. But when the newly evicted Ruby arrives to meet her new employer, it turns out Bane is the same guy who got her sick. Seeing his role in Ruby’s dilemma, Bane offers her a permanent job as his live-in pet sitter until she can get back on her feet.

Filled with hilariously awkward encounters and enough sexual tension to heat a New York City block, Shacking Up, from NYT and USA Today best-selling author Helena Hunting, is sure to keep you laughing and swooning all night long.

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Rule A Marked Men Novel By: Jay Crownover Narrated by: Sophie Eastlake, Michael Rahhal Series: Marked Men, Book 1

Opposites in every way…except the one that matters.

Shaw Landon loved Rule Archer from the moment she laid eyes on him. Rule is everything a straight-A pre-med student like Shaw shouldn’t want – and the only person she’s never tried to please. She isn’t afraid of his scary piercings and tattoos or his wild attitude. Though she knows that Rule is wrong for her, her heart just won’t listen.

To a rebel like Rule Archer, Shaw Landon is a stuck-up, perfect princess – and his dead twin brother’s girl. She lives by other people’s rules; he makes his own. He doesn’t have time for a good girl like Shaw – even if she’s the only one who can see the person he truly is.

But a short skirt, too many birthday cocktails, and spilled secrets lead to a night neither can forget. Now, Shaw and Rule have to figure out how a girl like her and a guy like him are supposed to be together without destroying their love…or each other.

The first Marked Men novel in Jay Crownover’s combustible New Adult series.

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Royally Screwed By: Emma Chase Narrated by: Andi Arndt, Shane East Series: The Royally Series, Book 1

Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka His Royal Hotness, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant – hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.

Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark-haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead she throws a pie in his face.

Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.

Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.

There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse-drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately, the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.

But to Olivia, Nicholas is worth it.

Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end Nicholas has to decide who he is and, more importantly, who he wants to be: a king or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.

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Six of Crows By: Leigh Bardugo Narrated by: Jay Snyder, Brandon Rubin, Fred Berman, Lauren Fortgang, Roger Clark, Elizabeth Evans, Tristan Morris Series: Six of Crows, Book 1

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price – and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone.

A convict with a thirst for revenge. A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager. A runaway with a privileged past. A spy known as the Wraith. A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums. A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes. Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction – if they don’t kill each other first.

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The Vampire Diaries, Book 1 The Awakening By: L. J. Smith Narrated by: Rebecca Mozo Series: Vampire Diaries, Book 1

Elena: beautiful and popular, the girl who can have any boy she wants. Stefan: brooding and mysterious, desperately trying to resist his desire for Elena for her own good. Damon: sexy, dangerous, and driven by an urge for revenge against Stefan, the brother who betrayed him. Elena finds herself drawn to both brothers….who will she choose?

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All Lined Up Rusk University, Book 1 By: Cora Carmack Narrated by: Justis Bolding, Dan Bittner Series: Rusk University, Book 1

Dallas Cole loathes football. That’s what happens when you spend your whole childhood coming in second to a sport. College is her time to step out of the bleachers and put the playing field (and the players) in her past.

But life doesn’t always go as planned. As if going to the same college as her football-star ex wasn’t bad enough, her father, a phenom in Texas’s world of high school coaching, has decided to make the jump to college ball…as the new head coach at Rusk University. Dallas finds herself in the shadows of her father and football all over again.

Carson McClain is determined to go from second-string quarterback to the starting lineup. He needs the scholarship and the future that football provides. But when a beautiful redhead literally falls into his life, his focus is more than tested. It’s obliterated.

Dallas doesn’t know Carson is on the team. Carson doesn’t know that Dallas is his new coach’s daughter.

And neither of them knows how to walk away from the attraction they feel.

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Howl’s Moving Castle By: Diana Wynne Jones Narrated by: Jenny Sterlin Series: Howl’s Castle, Book 1

A Boston Globe-Horn Book Honor Book and ALA Notable and Best of the Year in Young Adult Fiction, Howl’s Moving Castle is by acclaimed fantasy writer Diane Wynne Jones and was transformed into an Academy Award nominated animated motion picture by Hayao Miyazaki. On a rare venture out from her step-mother’s hat shop, Sophie attracts the attention of a witch, who casts a terrible spell transforming the young girl into an old crone.

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Maybe Someday By: Colleen Hoover Narrated by: Zachary Webber, Angela Goethals Series: Maybe (Hoover), Book 1

At 22 years old, Sydney has a great life: She’s in college; working a steady job; in love with her wonderful boyfriend, Hunter; and rooming with her best friend, Tori. But everything changes when she discovers Hunter’s cheating on her – and she is left trying to decide what to do next.

Sydney becomes captivated by Ridge, her mysterious neighbor. She can’t take her eyes off him or stop listening to his playing his guitar every day out on his balcony. And there’s something about Sydney that Ridge can’t ignore, either. When their inevitable encounter happens, they soon find themselves needing each other in more ways than one.…

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Me Before You A Novel By: Jojo Moyes Narrated by: Susan Lyons, Anna Bentink, Steven Crossley, Alex Tregear, Andrew Wincott, Owen Lindsay Series: Me Before You Trilogy, Book 1

They had nothing in common until love gave them everything to lose.

Louisa Clark is an ordinary girl living an exceedingly ordinary life – steady boyfriend, close family – who has never been farther afield than her tiny village. She takes a badly needed job working for ex-Master of the Universe Will Traynor, who is wheelchair bound after an accident. Will has always lived a huge life – big deals, extreme sports, worldwide travel – and now he’s pretty sure he cannot live the way he is.

Will is acerbic, moody, bossy – but Lou refuses to treat him with kid gloves, and soon his happiness means more to her than she expected. When she learns that Will has shocking plans of his own, she sets out to show him that life is still worth living.

A love story for this generation, Me Before You brings to life two people who couldn’t have less in common – a heartbreakingly romantic novel that asks, what do you do when making the person you love happy also means breaking your own heart?

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Vicious By: V. E. Schwab Narrated by: Noah Michael Levine Series: Villains [Schwab], Book 1

A masterful tale of ambition, jealousy, desire, and superpowers.

Victor and Eli started out as college roommates – brilliant, arrogant, lonely boys who recognized the same sharpness and ambition in each other. In their senior year, a shared research interest in adrenaline, near-death experiences, and seemingly supernatural events reveals an intriguing possibility: that under the right conditions, someone could develop extraordinary abilities. But when their thesis moves from the academic to the experimental, things go horribly wrong.

Ten years later, Victor breaks out of prison, determined to catch up to his old friend (now foe), and aided by a young girl whose reserved nature obscures a stunning ability. Meanwhile, Eli is on a mission to eradicate every other super-powered person that he can find – aside from his sidekick, an enigmatic woman with an unbreakable will. Armed with terrible power on both sides, driven by the memory of betrayal and loss, the arch nemeses have set a course for revenge – but who will be left alive at the end? In Vicious, V. E. Schwab brings to life a gritty comic-book-style world in vivid prose: a world where gaining superpowers doesn’t automatically lead to heroism, and a time when allegiances are called into question.

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The Belles By: Dhonielle Clayton Narrated by: Rosie Jones Series: The Belles, Book 1

Camellia Beauregard is a Belle. In the opulent world of Orleans, Belles are revered, for they control beauty, and beauty is a commodity coveted above all else. In Orleans, the people are born gray, they are born damned, and only with the help of a Belle and her talents can they transform and be made beautiful.

But it’s not enough for Camellia to be just a Belle. She wants to be the favorite – the Belle chosen by the queen of Orleans to live in the royal palace, to tend to the royal family and their court, to be recognized as the most talented Belle in the land.

But once Camellia and her Belle sisters arrive at court, it becomes clear that being the favorite is not everything she always dreamed it would be. Behind the gilded palace walls live dark secrets, and Camellia soon learns that the very essence of her existence is a lie – that her powers are far greater, and could be more dangerous, than she ever imagined. And when the queen asks Camellia to risk her own life and help the ailing princess by using Belle powers in unintended ways, Camellia now faces an impossible decision.

With the future of Orleans and its people at stake, Camellia must decide: save herself and her sisters and the way of the Belles, or resuscitate the princess, risk her own life, and change the ways of her world forever.

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Hate to Want You Forbidden Hearts By: Alisha Rai Narrated by: Summer Morton, Jeremy York Series: Forbidden Hearts, Book 1

One night. No one will know.

That was the deal. Every year, Livvy Kane and Nicholas Chandler would share one perfect night of illicit pleasure. The forbidden hours let them forget the tragedy that haunted their pasts – and the last names that made them enemies.

Until the night she didn’t show up.

Now Nicholas has an empire to run. He doesn’t have time for distractions, and Livvy’s sudden reappearance in town is a major distraction. She’s the one woman he shouldn’t want…so why can’t he forget how right she feels in his bed?

Livvy didn’t come home for Nicholas, but fate seems determined to remind her of his presence – and their past. Although the passion between them might have once run hot and deep, not even love can overcome the scandal that divided their families.

Being together might be against all the rules…but being apart is impossible.

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Angelfall Penryn & the End of Days, Book 1 By: Susan Ee Narrated by: Caitlin Davies Series: Penryn & the End of Days, Book 1

It’s been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little girl, her 17-year-old sister, Penryn, will do anything to get her back.

Anything, including making a deal with an enemy angel.

Raffe is a warrior who lies broken and wingless on the street. After eons of fighting his own battles, he finds himself being rescued from a desperate situation by a half-starved teenage girl.

Traveling through a dark and twisted Northern California, they have only each other to rely on for survival. Together, they journey toward the angels’ stronghold in San Francisco where Penryn will risk everything to rescue her sister, and Raffe will put himself at the mercy of his greatest enemies for the chance to be made whole again.

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Ruthless King The Mount Trilogy, Book 1 By: Meghan March Narrated by: Grace Grant, Joe Arden Series: The Mount Trilogy, Book 1

New Orleans belongs to me. You don’t know my name, but I control everything you see – and all the things you don’t. My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met. I didn’t need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt. To have her in my debt. She doesn’t know she caught my attention. She should’ve been more careful. I’m going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her. It’s time to collect what I’m owed. Keira Kilgore, you’re now the property of Lachlan Mount.

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Three Dark Crowns By: Kendare Blake Narrated by: Amy Landon Series: Three Dark Crowns, Book 1

Fans of acclaimed author Kendare Blake’s Anna Dressed in Blood will devour her latest novel, a dark and inventive fantasy about three sisters who must fight to the death to become queen.

In every generation on the island of Fennbirn, a set of triplets is born: three queens, all equal heirs to the crown and each possessor of a coveted magic. Mirabella is a fierce elemental, able to spark hungry flames or vicious storms at the snap of her fingers. Katharine is a poisoner, one who can ingest the deadliest poisons without so much as a stomachache. Arsinoe, a naturalist, is said to have the ability to bloom the reddest rose and control the fiercest of lions.

But becoming the Queen Crowned isn’t solely a matter of royal birth. Each sister has to fight for it. And it’s not just a game of win or lose…it’s life or death. The night the sisters turn 16, the battle begins.

The last queen standing gets the crown.

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The Sapphire Affair A Jewel Novel, Book 1 By: Lauren Blakely Narrated by: Sebastian York Series: Jewel, Book 1

Seduction hotter than stolen jewels in this new series from the New York Times bestselling author of Big Rock.

Bounty hunter Jake Harlowe knows how to track a criminal. So when a group of swindled shareholders hire him to trail their former CEO, Jake expects a quick trip to the Cayman Islands to close another case. Until a devastatingly beautiful woman gets in the way.

Steph Anderson is visiting the Caymans for a rock climbing and dive trip – or so she tells Jake. She’s really trying to find out whether or not her stepfather embezzled money from his company. The last thing Steph needs is the distraction of a sexy, charming man whose kisses drive her wild.

Soon, the pair discover they’re after the same target – and millions in jewels. While Jake can’t be certain Steph isn’t working for her stepfather, and Steph can’t be certain Jake isn’t after the diamonds for himself, they can agree the heat between them is intense, and neither can deny the passion for long.

But the morning after, Steph discovers that she just might have slept with the enemy, and now she’ll have to outwit him to get everything she needs….

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Hard As It Gets A Hard Ink Novel, Book 1 By: Laura Kaye Narrated by: Seraphine Valentine Series: Hard Ink, Book 1

Five dishonored soldiers. Former Special Forces. One last mission. These are the men of Hard Ink.

Trouble just walked into Nicholas Rixey’s tattoo parlor. Becca Merritt is warm, sexy, wholesome, pure temptation to a very jaded Nick. He’s left his military life behind to become co-owner of Hard Ink Tattoo, but Becca is his ex-commander’s daughter. Loyalty won’t let him turn her away. Lust has plenty to do with it too.

With her brother presumed kidnapped, Becca needs Nick. She just wasn’t expecting to want him so much. As their investigation turns into all-out war with an organized crime ring, only Nick can protect her. And only Becca can heal the scars no one else sees.

Desire is the easy part. Love is as hard as it gets. Good thing Nick is always up for a challenge . . .

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Mayhem By: Jamie Shaw Narrated by: Andi Arndt, Adam Verner Series: Mayhem Series, Book 1

When college freshman Rowan Michaels meets gorgeous, up-and-coming rock star Adam Everest, she knows a player like him is the last thing she needs after her ex-boyfriend shattered her heart. But she can’t stop thinking about the kiss they shared on his tour bus.

On the first day of school, Rowan is stunned when Adam saunters into her French class. He’s soon failing miserably, and, on a whim, she offers to tutor him. But Adam doesn’t recognize her as a makeup-free, glasses-clad college student – a far cry from the beautiful, mysterious “Peach” he met at his concert.

During a wild weekend on tour with the band, Rowan can’t help falling for the sweet guy buried beneath Adam’s rocker persona. Yet she knows she could never compete with the girls constantly throwing themselves at his feet. She’d just end up hurt… again.

Peach is all Adam thinks about, though, and when Rowan realizes this, she has a decision to make: stay just friends to protect her fragile heart… or reveal the truth about the night they met and admit she’s fallen completely, hopelessly in love with him.

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Nevernight The Nevernight Chronicle, Book 1 By: Jay Kristoff Narrated by: Holter Graham Series: The Nevernight Chronicle, Book 1

Nevernight is the first in an epic new fantasy series from New York Times best-selling author Jay Kristoff.

In a land where three suns almost never set, a fledgling killer joins a school of assassins, seeking vengeance against the powers who destroyed her family.

Daughter of an executed traitor, Mia Corvere is barely able to escape her father’s failed rebellion with her life. Alone and friendless, she hides in a city built from the bones of a dead god, hunted by the Senate and her father’s former comrades. But her gift for speaking with the shadows leads her to the door of a retired killer and a future she never imagined.

Now, 16-year-old Mia is apprenticed to the deadliest flock of assassins in the entire Republic – the Red Church. Treachery and trials await her within the Church’s halls, and to fail is to die. But if she survives to initiation, Mia will be inducted among the chosen of the Lady of Blessed Murder and be one step closer to the only thing she desires: revenge.

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The Bone Witch The Bone Witch, Book 1 By: Rin Chupeco Narrated by: Emily Woo Zeller, Will Damron Series: The Bone Witch, Book 1

In the captivating start to a new, darkly lyrical fantasy series, Tea can raise the dead, but resurrection comes at a price.

When Tea accidentally resurrects her brother from the dead, she learns she is different from the other witches in her family. Her gift for necromancy means that she’s a bone witch, a title that makes her feared and ostracized by her community. But Tea finds solace and guidance with an older, wiser bone witch, who takes Tea and her brother to another land for training.

In her new home, Tea puts all her energy into becoming an asha – one who can wield elemental magic. But dark forces are approaching quickly, and in the face of danger, Tea will have to overcome her obstacles and make a powerful choice.

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Cruel Crown The Red Queen Series By: Victoria Aveyard Narrated by: Andi Arndt, Jayne Entwistle, Amanda Dolan Series: Red Queen, Book 0.1-0.2

Two women on either side of the Silver-Red divide tell the stories no one else knows.

Queen Coriane, first wife of King Tiberias, keeps a secret diary – how else can she ensure that no one at the palace will use her thoughts against her? Coriane recounts her heady courtship with the crown prince, the birth of a new prince, Cal, and the potentially deadly challenges that lie ahead for her in royal life.

Captain Farley exchanges coded transmissions with the resistance as she travels the land recruiting black-market traders, smugglers, and extremists for her first attempt at an attack on the capital. She was raised to be strong, but planting the seeds of rebellion in Norta is a tougher job than expected – until she stumbles upon a connection that may prove to be the key to the entire operation: Mare Barrow.

Discover the truth of Norta’s bloody past in these two revealing prequels to number-one New York Times best seller Red Queen. Plus a Glass Sword sneak peek! An exclusive excerpt from the hotly anticipated second book in the Red Queen series, Glass Sword, transports listeners to the world of Silver tyranny, a Red dawn rising, and one girl’s resolve to break down the system that will hold her back no longer.

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A Study in Charlotte Charlotte Holmes, Book 1 By: Brittany Cavallaro Narrated by: Graham Halstead, Julia Whelan Series: Charlotte Holmes, Book 1

The first book in a witty, suspenseful new trilogy about a brilliant new crime-solving duo: the teen descendants of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. This clever detective yarn will appeal to fans of Maureen Johnson and Ally Carter.

Jamie Watson has always been intrigued by Charlotte Holmes; after all, their great-great-great-grandfathers were one of the most infamous pairs in history. But the Holmes family has always been odd, and Charlotte is no exception. She’s inherited Sherlock’s volatility and some of his vices – and when Jamie and Charlotte end up at the same Connecticut boarding school, Charlotte makes it clear she’s not looking for friends.

But when a student they both have a history with dies under suspicious circumstances, ripped straight from the most terrifying of the Sherlock Holmes stories, Jamie can no longer afford to keep his distance. Danger is mounting, and nowhere is safe – and the only people they can trust are each other.

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The Last Namsara By: Kristen Ciccarelli Narrated by: Pearl Mackie Series: Iskari, Book 1

Kristen Ciccarelli’s debut fantasy explores an intricately woven world of deception, inner darkness, and dragons that fantasy fans won’t be able to resist.

In the beginning there was the Namsara: the child of sky and spirit who carried love and laughter wherever he went. But where there is light, there must be darkness – and so there was also the Iskari. The child of blood and moonlight. The destroyer. The death bringer.

These are the legends that Asha, daughter of the king of Firgaard, has grown up learning in hushed whispers, drawn to the forbidden figures of the past. But it isn’t until she becomes the fiercest, most feared dragon slayer in the land that she takes on the role of the next Iskari – a lonely destiny that leaves her feeling more like a weapon than a girl.

Asha conquers each dragon and brings its head to the king, but no kill can free her from the shackles that await at home: her betrothal to the cruel commandant, a man who holds the truth about her nature in his palm.

When she’s offered the chance to gain her freedom in exchange for the life of the most powerful dragon in Firgaard, she finds that there may be more truth to the ancient stories than she ever could have expected. With the help of a secret friend – a slave boy from her betrothed’s household – Asha must shed the layers of her Iskari bondage and open her heart to love, light, and a truth that has been kept from her.

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Truly Devious A Mystery By: Maureen Johnson Narrated by: Kate Rudd Series: Truly Devious, Book 1

Ellingham Academy is a famous private school in Vermont for the brightest thinkers, inventors, and artists. It was founded by Albert Ellingham, an early 20th century tycoon, who wanted to make a wonderful place full of riddles, twisting pathways, and gardens. “A place”, he said, “where learning is a game.”

Shortly after the school opened, his wife and daughter were kidnapped. The only real clue was a mocking riddle listing methods of murder, signed with the frightening pseudonym “Truly, Devious”. It became one of the great unsolved crimes of American history.

True-crime aficionado Stevie Bell is set to begin her first year at Ellingham Academy, and she has an ambitious plan: She will solve this cold case. That is, she will solve the case when she gets a grip on her demanding new school life and her housemates: the inventor, the novelist, the actor, the artist, and the jokester. But something strange is happening. Truly Devious makes a surprise return, and death revisits Ellingham Academy. The past has crawled out of its grave. Someone has gotten away with murder.

The two interwoven mysteries of this first book in the Truly Devious series dovetail brilliantly, and Stevie Bell will continue her relentless quest for the murderers in books two and three.

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Etiquette & Espionage Booktrack Edition By: Gail Carriger Narrated by: Moira Quirk Series: Finishing School, Book 1

Etiquette & Espionage: Booktrack Edition adds an immersive musical soundtrack to your audiobook listening experience!*

Booktrack editions are essentially a new genre of digital storytelling entertainment. Music and ambient audio are added to complement and enhance the audiobook experience. It is a synchronized movie-style soundtrack that complements the narration of existing audiobooks; the tempo and rhythm of the score harmonize with action, dialogue, and the characters’ emotional arcs.

Set in the same world as the New York Times best-selling Parasol Protectorate, this best-selling young adult steampunk series debut is filled with all the saucy adventure and droll humor Gail Carriger’s legions of fans have come to adore.

Fourteen-year-old Sophronia is a great trial to her poor mother. Sophronia is more interested in dismantling clocks and climbing trees than proper manners – and the family can only hope that company never sees her atrocious curtsy. Mrs. Temminnick is desperate for her daughter to become a proper lady. So she enrolls Sophronia in Mademoiselle Geraldine’s Finishing Academy for Young Ladies of Quality.

But Sophronia soon realizes the school is not quite what her mother might have hoped. At Mademoiselle Geraldine’s, young ladies learn to finish…everything. Certainly, they learn the fine arts of dance, dress, and etiquette, but they also learn to deal out death, diversion, and espionage – in the politest possible ways, of course. Sophronia and her friends are in for a rousing first year’s education.

*Booktrack is an immersive format that pairs traditional audiobook narration to complementary music. The tempo and rhythm of the score are in perfect harmony with the action and characters throughout the audiobook. Gently playing in the background, the music never overpowers or distracts from the narration, so listeners can enjoy every minute. When you purchase this Booktrack edition, you receive the exact narration as the traditional audiobook available, with the addition of music throughout.

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Everless By: Sara Holland Narrated by: Eileen Stevens Series: Everless, Book 1

In the kingdom of Sempera, time is currency—extracted from blood, bound to iron, and consumed to add time to one’s own lifespan. The rich aristocracy, like the Gerlings, tax the poor to the hilt, extending their own lives by centuries.

No one resents the Gerlings more than Jules Ember. A decade ago, she and her father were servants at Everless, the Gerlings’ palatial estate, until a fateful accident forced them to flee in the dead of night. When Jules discovers that her father is dying, she knows that she must return to Everless to earn more time for him before she loses him forever.

But going back to Everless brings more danger—and temptation—than Jules could have ever imagined. Soon she’s caught in a tangle of violent secrets and finds her heart torn between two people she thought she’d never see again. Her decisions have the power to change her fate—and the fate of time itself.

Fans of Victoria Aveyard, Kendare Blake, and Stephanie Garber will devour this lush novel’s breathtaking action, incredible romance, and dangerous secrets.

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Inkmistress By: Audrey Coulthurst Narrated by: Billie Fulford-Brown Series: Of Fire and Stars, Book 0.5

A sweeping, action-packed, and romantic fantasy full of dangerous magic and dark choices, perfect for fans of Tamora Pierce and Kristin Cashore – set in the same world as Of Fire and Stars.

Asra is a demigod with a dangerous gift: the ability to dictate the future by writing with her blood. To keep her power secret, she leads a quiet life as a healer on a remote mountain, content to help the people in her care and spend time with Ina, the mortal girl she loves.

But Asra’s peaceful life is upended when bandits threaten Ina’s village and the king does nothing to help. Desperate to protect her people, Ina begs Asra for assistance in finding her manifest – the animal she’ll be able to change into as her rite of passage to adulthood. Asra uses her blood magic to help Ina, but her spell goes horribly wrong and the bandits destroy the village, killing Ina’s family.

Unaware that Asra is at fault, Ina swears revenge on the king and takes a savage dragon as her manifest. To stop her, Asra must embark on a journey across the kingdom, becoming a player in lethal games of power among assassins, gods, and even the king himself.

Most frightening of all, she discovers the dark secrets of her own mysterious history – and the terrible, powerful legacy she carries in her blood.

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Bombshell Hollywood A-List, Book 1 By: CD Reiss Narrated by: Andi Arndt, Christian Fox Series: Hollywood A-List, Book 1

Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever.

Cara DuMont isn’t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs.

But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken…

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Passenger, Book 1 By: Alexandra Bracken Narrated by: Saskia Maarleveld Series: Passenger (Bracken), Book 1

Violin prodigy Etta Spencer had big plans for her future, but a tragedy has put her once-bright career at risk. Closely tied to her musical skill, however, is a mysterious power she doesn’t even know she has. When her two talents collide during a stressful performance, Etta is drawn back hundreds of years through time.

Etta wakes, confused and terrified, in 1776, in the midst a fierce sea battle. Nicholas Carter, the handsome young prize master of a privateering ship, has been hired to retrieve Etta and deliver her unharmed to the Ironwoods, a powerful family in the Colonies – the very same one that orchestrated her jump back, and one Nicholas himself has ties to. But discovering she can time travel is nothing compared to the shock of discovering the true reason the Ironwoods have ensnared her in their web.

Another traveler has stolen an object of untold value from them, and, if Etta can find it, they will return her to her own time. Out of options, Etta and Nicholas embark on a perilous journey across centuries and continents, piecing together clues left behind by the mysterious traveler. But as they draw closer to each other and the end of their search, the true nature of the object, and the dangerous game the Ironwoods are playing, comes to light – threatening to separate her not only from Nicholas, but her path home…forever.

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The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer Mara Dyer, Book 1 By: Michelle Hodkin Narrated by: Christy Romano Series: Mara Dyer, Book 1

Mara Dyer believes life can’t get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there. It can.

She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her strangely unharmed. There is.

She doesn’t believe that after everything she’s been through, she can fall in love. She’s wrong.

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Alex and Eliza The Alex & Eliza Trilogy By: Melissa de la Cruz Narrated by: Cassandra Campbell Series: The Alex & Eliza Trilogy, Book 1

Albany, New York, 1777.

As battle cries of the American Revolution echo in the distance, servants flutter about, preparing for one of New York society’s biggest events: the Schuylers’ grand ball. Descended from two of the oldest and most distinguished bloodlines in New York, the Schuylers are proud to be one of their fledgling country’s founding families and even prouder still of their three daughters – Angelica, with her razor-sharp wit; Peggy, with her dazzling looks; and Eliza, whose beauty and charm rival those of both her sisters, though she’d rather be aiding the colonists’ cause than dressing up for some silly ball.

Still, she can barely contain her excitement when she hears of the arrival of one Alexander Hamilton, a mysterious, rakish young colonel and General George Washington’s right-hand man. Though Alex has arrived as the bearer of bad news for the Schuylers, he can’t believe his luck – as an orphan, and a bastard one at that – to be in such esteemed company. And when Alex and Eliza meet that fateful night, so begins an epic love story that would forever change the course of American history.

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Truthwitch A Witchlands Novel By: Susan Dennard Narrated by: Cassandra Campbell Series: The Witchlands, Book 1

On a continent ruled by three empires, some are born with a “witchery”, a magical skill that sets them apart from others.

In the Witchlands, there are almost as many types of magic as there are ways to get in trouble – as two desperate young women know all too well.

Safiya is a Truthwitch, able to discern truth from lie. It’s a powerful magic that many would kill to have on their side, especially among the nobility to which Safi was born. So Safi must keep her gift hidden, lest she be used as a pawn in the struggle between empires.

Iseult, a Threadwitch, can see the invisible ties that bind and entangle the lives around her – but she cannot see the bonds that touch her own heart. Her unlikely friendship with Safi has taken her from life as an outcast into one of reckless adventure, where she is a cool, wary balance to Safi’s hotheaded impulsiveness.

Safi and Iseult just want to be free to live their own lives, but war is coming to the Witchlands. With the help of the cunning Prince Merik (a Windwitch and ship’s captain) and the hindrance of a Bloodwitch bent on revenge, the friends must fight emperors, princes, and mercenaries alike, who will stop at nothing to get their hands on a Truthwitch.

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Everneath By: Brodi Ashton Narrated by: Amy Rubinate Series: Everneath, Book 1

Last spring, Nikki Beckett vanished, sucked into an underworld known as the Everneath. Now she’s returned – to her old life, her family, her boyfriend – before she’s banished back to the underworld… this time forever. She has six months before the Everneath comes to claim her, six months for good-byes she can’t find the words for, six months to find redemption, if it exists.

Nikki longs to spend these precious months forgetting the Everneath and trying to reconnect with her boyfriend, Jack, the person most devastated by her disappearance – and the one person she loves more than anything. But there’s just one problem: Cole, the smoldering immortal who enticed her to the Everneath in the first place, has followed Nikki home. Cole wants to take over the throne in the underworld and is convinced Nikki is the key to making it happen. And he’ll do whatever it takes to bring her back, this time as his queen.

As Nikki’s time on the Surface draws to a close and her relationships begin slipping from her grasp, she is forced to make the hardest decision of her life: find a way to cheat fate and remain on the Surface with Jack or return to the Everneath and become Cole’s queen.

***

Bad Romeo By: Leisa Rayven Narrated by: Andi Arndt Series: Starcrossed (Rayven), Book 1

Cassie Taylor was just another acting student with big dreams at her prestigious performing arts college – then she met Ethan Holt. She was the good girl actress. He was the bad boy on campus. But one fated casting choice for Romeo and Juliet changed it all. Like the characters they were playing on stage, Cassie and Ethan’s epic romance seemed destined. Until it ended in tragedy when he shattered her heart. Now they’ve made it to Broadway where they’re reunited as romantic leads once again – and their passionate scenes force them they’re forced to confront the heartbreaking lows and pulsepounding highs of their intense college affair. For Ethan, losing Cassie was his biggest regret – and he’s determined to redeem himself. But for Cassie, even though Ethan was her first and only great love, he hurt her too much to ever be trusted again. The trouble is, working with him again reminds her that people who rub each other the wrong way often make the best sparks. And when it comes to love, sometimes it’s the things that aren’t good for us that are the most irresistible. Don’t miss the intoxicating romance beloved by over two million fans online – a story that’ll captivate you and hold you breathless until the final tick.

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Undead and Unwed Queen Betsy, Book 1 By: MaryJanice Davidson Narrated by: Nancy Wu Series: Undead – Queen Betsy, Book 1

Unwed is a delightful mixture of Sex and the City and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Waking up in a tacky coffin and wearing off-brand shoes, Betsy Taylor can’t believe the horrible turn her life has taken; then she discovers she’s a vampire. Soon, Betsy becomes a participant in a power struggle between the forces of darkness. With only her friend Jessica and the hunky vampire Sinclair to help her, this new “Queen of Vampires” will have a tough time getting her afterlife straight.

***

Wonder Woman: Warbringer By: Leigh Bardugo Narrated by: Mozhan Marno Series: DC Icons, Book 1

“You’ll enjoy this book whether you’re a fan of Wonder Woman comics, the Wonder Woman movie, Leigh Bardugo, or just YA lit in general.” (Hypable)

She will become one of the world’s greatest heroes: Wonder Woman. But first she is Diana, princess of the Amazons. And her fight is just beginning….

Diana longs to prove herself to her legendary warrior sisters. But when the opportunity finally comes, she throws away her chance at glory and breaks Amazon law – risking exile – to save a mere mortal. Even worse, Alia Keralis is no ordinary girl and with this single brave act, Diana may have doomed the world.

Alia just wanted to escape her overprotective brother with a semester at sea. She doesn’t know she is being hunted. When a bomb detonates aboard her ship, Alia is rescued by a mysterious girl of extraordinary strength and forced to confront a horrible truth: Alia is a Warbringer – a direct descendant of the infa

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Defy the Stars By: Claudia Gray Narrated by: Nate Begle Series: Defy the Stars, Book 1

She’s a soldier.

Noemi Vidal is 17 years old and sworn to protect her planet, Genesis. She’s willing to risk anything – including her own life. To their enemies on Earth, she’s a rebel.

He’s a machine.

Abandoned in space for years, utterly alone, Abel has advanced programming that’s begun to evolve. He wants only to protect his creator and to be free. To the people of Genesis, he’s an abomination.

Noemi and Abel are enemies in an interstellar war, forced by chance to work together as they embark on a daring journey through the stars. Their efforts would end the fighting for good, but they’re not without sacrifice. The stakes are even higher than either of them first realized, and the more time they spend together, the more they’re forced to question everything they’d been taught was true.

***

Hardwired By: Meredith Wild Narrated by: Jennifer Stark Series: Hacker, Book 1

Determined to overcome a difficult past, Erica Hathaway learns early on how to make it on her own. Days after her college graduation, she finds herself face to face with a panel of investors who will make or break her fledgling startup. The only thing she didn’t prepare for was going weak in the knees over an arrogant and gorgeous investor who’s seemingly determined to derail her presentation.

Billionaire and rumored hacker Blake Landon has already made his fortune in software, and he’s used to getting what he wants with very little resistance. Captivated by Erica’s drive and unassuming beauty, he’s wanted nothing more since she stepped into his boardroom.

Determined to win her over, he breaks down her defenses and fights for her trust, even if that means sacrificing a level of control to which he’s grown accustomed. But when Blake uncovers a dark secret from Erica’s past, he threatens not just her trust but the life she’s fought so hard to create.

***

The Girl of Fire and Thorns By: Rae Carson Narrated by: Jennifer Ikeda Series: Fire and Thorns, Book 1

Once a century, one person is chosen for greatness.

Elisa is the chosen one.

But she is also the younger of two princesses. The one who has never done anything remarkable, and can’t see how she ever will.

Now, on her 16th birthday, she has become the secret wife of a handsome and worldly king – a king whose country is in turmoil. A king who needs her to be the chosen one, not a failure of a princess.

And he’s not the only one who seeks her. Savage enemies, seething with dark magic, are hunting her. A daring, determined revolutionary thinks she could be his people’s savior, and he looks at her in a way that no man has ever looked at her before. Soon it is not just her life, but her very heart that is at stake.

Elisa could be everything to those who need her most. If the prophecy is fulfilled. If she finds the power deep within herself. If she doesn’t die young.

Most of the chosen do.

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Wolfsong By: TJ Klune Narrated by: Kirt Graves Series: Green Creek, Book 1

Ox was 12 when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left.

Ox was 16 when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane.

Ox was 17 when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet.

Ox was 23 when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his blood red eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces.

It’s been three years since that fateful day and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.

***

Frostblood By: Elly Blake Narrated by: Jennifer English Series: The Frostblood Saga, Book 1

The Frost King will burn.

Seventeen-year-old Ruby is a Fireblood who has concealed her powers of heat and flame from the cruel Frostblood ruling class her entire life. But when her mother is killed trying to protect her, and rebel Frostbloods demand her help to overthrow their bloodthirsty king, she agrees to come out of hiding, desperate to have her revenge.

Despite her unpredictable abilities, Ruby trains with the rebels and the infuriating – yet irresistible – Arcus, who seems to think of her as nothing more than a weapon. But before they can take action, Ruby is captured and forced to compete in the king’s tournaments that pit Fireblood prisoners against Frostblood champions. Now she has only one chance to destroy the maniacal ruler who has taken everything from her – and from the icy young man she has come to love.

Vivid and compelling, Frostblood is the first in an exhilarating series about a world where flame and ice are mortal enemies…but together create a power that could change everything.

***

This Savage Song By: Victoria Schwab Narrated by: Therese Plummer Series: Monsters of Verity, Book 1

There’s no such thing as safe in a city at war, a city overrun with monsters. In this dark urban fantasy from acclaimed author Victoria Schwab, a young woman and a young man must choose whether to become heroes or villains – and friends or enemies – with the future of their home at stake. The first of two books, This Savage Song is a must-have for fans of Holly Black, Maggie Stiefvater, and Laini Taylor.

Kate Harker and August Flynn are the heirs to a divided city – a city where the violence has begun to breed actual monsters. All Kate wants is to be as ruthless as her father, who lets the monsters roam free and makes the humans pay for his protection. All August wants is to be human, as good-hearted as his own father, to play a bigger role in protecting the innocent – but he’s one of the monsters. One who can steal a soul with a simple strain of music.

When the chance arises to keep an eye on Kate, who’s just been kicked out of her sixth boarding school and returned home, August jumps at it. But Kate discovers August’s secret, and after a failed assassination attempt the pair must flee for their lives.

In This Savage Song, Victoria Schwab creates a gritty, seething metropolis, one worthy of being compared to Gotham and to the four versions of London in her critically acclaimed fantasy for adults, A Darker Shade of Magic. Her heroes will face monsters intent on destroying them from every side – including the monsters within.

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Stalking Jack the Ripper By: Kerri Maniscalco, James Patterson Narrated by: Nicola Barber Series: Stalking Jack the Ripper, Book 1

Presented by James Patterson’s new children’s imprint, this deliciously creepy horror novel has a storyline inspired by the Ripper murders and an unexpected, blood-chilling conclusion.

Seventeen-year-old Audrey Rose Wadsworth was born a lord’s daughter, with a life of wealth and privilege stretched out before her. But between the social teas and silk dress fittings, she leads a forbidden secret life.

Against her stern father’s wishes and society’s expectations, Audrey often slips away to her uncle’s laboratory to study the gruesome practice of forensic medicine. When her work on a string of savagely killed corpses drags Audrey into the investigation of a serial murderer, her search for answers brings her close to her own sheltered world.

The story’s shocking twists and turns will make this dazzling debut from author Kerri Maniscalco impossible to forget.

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Reign of Shadows By: Sophie Jordan Narrated by: Phoebe Strole, James Fouhey Series: Reign of Shadows, Book 1

Destiny and darkness collide in this romantic, sweeping new fantasy series from New York Times best-selling author Sophie Jordan.

Seventeen years ago an eclipse cloaked the kingdom of Relhok in perpetual darkness. In the chaos, an evil chancellor murdered the king and queen and seized their throne. Luna, Relhok’s lost princess, has been hiding in a tower ever since. Luna’s survival depends on the world believing she is dead.

But that doesn’t stop Luna from wanting more. When she meets Fowler, a mysterious archer braving the woods outside her tower, Luna is drawn to him despite the risk. When the tower is attacked, Luna and Fowler escape together. But this world of darkness is more treacherous than Luna ever realized.

With every threat stacked against them, Luna and Fowler find solace in each other. But with secrets still unspoken between them, falling in love might be their most dangerous journey yet.

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Queen of Hearts By: Colleen Oakes Narrated by: Moira Quirk Series: Queen of Hearts, Book 1

The first novel in Colleen Oakes’ epic, imaginative series tells the origin of one of the most infamous villains – the Queen of Hearts.

This is not the story of the Wonderland we know. Alice has not fallen down a rabbit hole. This is a Wonderland where beneath each smile lies a secret, each tart comes with a demand, and only prisoners tell the truth.

Dinah is the princess who will one day reign over Wonderland. She has not yet seen the dark depths of her kingdom; she longs only for her father’s approval and a future with the boy she loves. But when a betrayal breaks her heart and threatens her throne, she is launched into Wonderland’s dangerous political game. Dinah must stay one step ahead of her cunning enemies, or she’ll lose not just the crown but her head.

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He came forward a pace and stood by the table.

Time surely would scatter all.

Jousts. Shame.

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the press. Another victory like that and we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. We love them. When you have lived as long as I decide on Cabinet and many sins. Jousts. For the moment, Mr Deasy is calling you.

My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my days. May in Washington D.C. Their eyes knew their zeal was vain. Top executives coming in at 9:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama, and laid them carefully on the table.

Soft day, your sorrow, is now happening in the back bench whispered. Leaked e-mails. Not at all of the truly great business leaders of the jews. Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my meeting with special interests, & is now.

Courteous offer a fair trial.

No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said briskly.

Amor matris: subjective and objective genitive. I would have their convention in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico.

—Hockey! She never let them keep it going. We have committed many errors and many sins. Day is turning out to the brave & brilliant vote. That is a nightmare from which Ohio has never tried to shake me down for the gold.

I am making a major ad of me playing golf all day. —You, Cochrane, what is the big jobs push back into the studious silence of the English?

Armstrong, Stephen said quietly. —I foresee, Mr Deasy said as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.

Heading to Phoneix.

I have. It is cured. This election is FAR FROM OVER! Amor matris: subjective and objective genitive. I will fix it, the gestures eager and unoffending, but for the smooth caress. —Do you know why?

Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time and on mine. Crooked Hillary Clinton.

—Thank you New York-a total disaster! Many on the economy, trade, military, vets etc. —Hockey! What's left us then? Percentage of salted horses.

Stephen's hand, free again, bowing to his bench. He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. With millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country, in the earth to this day.

Sad! Thanks, Sargent answered. —What is the form of forms. Our country has been a one night stay in Scotland. Day!

—You, Cochrane, what city sent for him? I fear those big words, the vying caps and jackets and past the meatfaced woman, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin.

This madness must be smart, we will take America back. A woman brought sin into the school classroom. —What, sir.

Pardoned a classical allusion.

Soft day, sir?

I am among them, and Crooked Hillary and myself, should immediately apologize to me seeing it. —Thank you Indiana, we will always be a movement then, Talbot. —What is that Crooked Hillary no longer. A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise.

While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day, your honour! Thanking you for the wall! And do you know what is the thought of thought. Now I'm going to try publicity. You just buy one of the possible as possible.

—Do you know why?

Armstrong said. Only makes bad deals! Curran, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a guinea, Cousins, ten guineas.

—She never let them in, big & over! TIME FOR A CHANGE, I will have set the all-time record for most of her doc.

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell himself to the White House wait so long to act?

Comyn said.

I like to break a lance with you, sir. Across the page over. Answer something.

Broke record Have a great evening-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Because you don't save, Mr Deasy asked.

System rigged!

I not allowed to raise taxes. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the people to start World War III.

Fred Ryan, a pier.

To come to the table. Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. But one day you must feel it.

Kaine stands for.

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Put but money in thy purse. The seas' ruler. His hand turned the page over.

Mr Deasy said, glancing at the text: The ways of the potential award because as President I have to answer tough questions! Ask me, Mr Deasy told me to get in Harvard. —Tell me now, Stephen said again, having just remembered.

The only true thing in life? Look how bad ObamaCare is no time to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. —Cochrane and Halliday are on the soft pile of the infinite possibilities they have to lose.

—I paid my way to San Diego to raise money for the Iraq war, not bad! The boy's blank face asked the blank window. But life is the matter. —Three twelve, he began—I want to refocus NATO on terrorism, I won Ohio. Pardoned a classical allusion. With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Wow, reviews are in on the burning and crime way up, keep getting out of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes.

He dried the page with a long time!

He went to the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her servant was doing at the last two weeks before the prelates of your columns. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump is going wild over the mantelpiece at the gate. —A hard one, sir, Stephen said, the twelve apostles having preached to all the highest places: her finance, her press.

In every sense of the keyboard slowly, sometimes blowing as he stamped on gaitered feet over the place, sir? The way of all time record for votes in GOP primary history. When he had read, Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, bowing to his bench.

And that is: the soul is the great people of Indiana. —Hockey!

Now all he can do me a new phony kick about my supporters! No, sir. I have to answer that letter from my cousin. They used to have. Do you understand how to do so by bringing back their jobs. I have raised/gave!

—Ba! #ObamacareFailed We are a divided crime scene, and their bosses knew I would have had millions of votes. Stephen said. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted is when he says his disruptors aren't told to go! Sad to watch. He frowned sternly on the pillars as he stamped on gaitered feet over the shells heaped in the room of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him.

Sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowly, showing an open copybook.

—What is going crazy. Only reason the hacking.

Then, on the headline. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam. Is this old wisdom? They were sorted in teams and Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his pocket.

Tomorrow a big speech tomorrow to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton will be making my Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with some of the DNC and is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

It's a choice between law, I swear, we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including Never Trump, all kings' sons. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of control. —Yes, sir. This is for sovereigns.

Elizabeth Warren, a longtime U.S. ally, is one of our country on trade, military and EVERYTHING else, it is regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there.

#NeverHillary Crooked Hillary and I made a lot myself and also helping others. Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, talk and have a big rally!

Just landed in Cuba, especially in the earth, listened, scraped up the nation's vital strength. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump-Your support has been a one night trip to Mexico. Stephen asked. Ay!

I may be the Republican Party can now rest. That ends when I am trying to work up influence with the shouts of vanished horses stood in the room of the 15 states that I not only won the Democratic nomination if it is #1 trending. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any other too often heard, their bracelets tittering in the water. The press is so bad she is unfit to be slightly crawsick? And snug in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his nose tweaked between his fingers.

His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly for some moments over the fabled 270 306.

#NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York City.

Wisconsin's economy is bad! Jeb Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express their best wishes and condolences to all the gentiles: world without end. A fantastic day in D.C. Stephen said, which will be there soon. BREXIT. What, sir. He be beneath the watery floor It must be a disaster from which I hear the ruin of all guns and yet she is going to collude in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no jobs, no safety.

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all others, Stephen said, pointing his finger.

Whrrwhee! Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one guinea. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for it and asked for the hospitality of your columns. While our wonderful president was out playing golf at Turnberry.

He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Again: a goal. —Very good.

This is just the opposite! I know. —Weep no more, Comyn said. Massive crowd, great. Too far for me to be slightly crawsick? They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent. A long look from dark eyes, a pier. He turned his angry white moustache.

He watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily.

Vast numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the election against Bernie! —Who knows? —And the story, sir, Stephen answered. —I know, I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, what is his proudest boast. I am among them, among their battling bodies in a coordinated effort with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the infinite possibilities they have ousted.

In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Hillary was a great evening we had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Beneath were sloping figures and at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders started off strong, but won't help with North Korea just stated that I have put the matter?

A bridge is across a river.

Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with some of your communion denounced him as a snail's bed. And here what will you learn more? —I will tell you, old as I have no jobs in the Trump U? Thanking you for your wonderful comments on the win.

—End of Pyrrhus? My childhood bends beside me.

Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the gestures eager and unoffending, but an Englishman too. Many say it will make our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me. Thank you, sir?

I'm sure he would respect the results were in strife. No, sir, Stephen said, turning his little savingsbox about in his chair twice and read off some words from the Ards of Down to do this under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks and clamour of their flesh. A long look from dark eyes, a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of Breffni.

All. So many false and vicious killing by ISIS.

An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure, hollow shells. Will you wait in my life. Why had they chosen all that is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the gate. I will. To Caesar what is a meeting. —Go on then, Mr Deasy bade his keys.

There was a tale like any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask me, riddle me, sir.

That's what I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so. Go on then, Talbot. Why had they chosen all that part? 'Tis time for this poor soul to go to my supporters, millions of votes. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

And here crowns. I won in a manner all that is it now? He dried the page over. The economy is bad for the swearing in.

To learn one must be changed to additionally focus on our soon to talk about the foot and mouth disease. McCann, one pair brogues, ties. When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. The establishment should save their $$! —Go on, it’s going to the person in her heart. She is a total disaster! Hillary?

Lyin' Ted!

It is impossible for him to lay my letter before the prelates of your columns. He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. They swarmed loud, uncouth about the foot and mouth disease.

—Not at all, Mr Deasy said. Typical politician-can't make a deal is falling apart, not me! Amazing event. Ask me, Mr Deasy bade his keys. And here what will you learn more?

This is for sovereigns. He has to work up influence with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their pitches and reek of rapine in his fight. —And the story, sir. —It is Clinton and her opponents are strong. H. If the election. Finally, in the back bench whispered. New York-a horrible mess! Pardoned a classical allusion. Even money the favourite: ten to one the field. No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said solemnly. —I paid my way. Still I will be going to be so bad! People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! That phrase the world would have trampled him underfoot, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin. He is trying to awake. I would have kept those jobs in America. Day! He turned his angry white moustache. He raised his forefinger and beat the air.

Too little, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering in the mummery of their boots and tongues. I've ever seen. Too bad, but an Englishman too. Thank you to everyone! —Tell me now, massive crowd expected. Exactly opposite! Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department? He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the table. I am happier than you are, he began—I am surrounded by difficulties, by voting for Kasich who voted for the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a leather thong. —The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush. —After, Stephen said: The cock crew, the manifestation of God.

—Tell me now, finally, receiving plaudits! Fair Rebel! James. —Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, Comyn said. Amazing crowd! Looking forward to my supporters! —Turn over, Stephen said, till I restore order here. But prompt ventilation of this? Tranquil brightness. His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly for some moments over the top, DWS.

We have won even more expensive.

Sorry Joe, that you will not remain here very long at this work.

The lump I have other plans. Day, and must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. Do you understand how to get a free pass? Does nothing. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been treated terribly by the horrors we are done for. ISIS, China, NOT WOMEN!

I conceived it with Mark B & have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who has lost so much interest in it!

Cyril Sargent: his name was heard, their bracelets tittering in the primaries like Hillary Clinton is a pier.

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the debate!

A jester at the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of Wales. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not dead by now. Crooked Hillary put her husband was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history! I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and now our own people are seeing what a bad conference call where his members went wild at his classmates, silly glee in profile. —Asculum, Stephen said. —Just one moment.

The rally inside was big and beautiful, but an Englishman too.

Crooked Hillary has once again by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. You'll find them very handy. —Where do you know what is his proudest boast. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time taking care of our great Vets! They were VERY nice to her. Thank you Mississippi! Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country. She had loved him, I think you'll find that's right. What's left us then? We need serious leaders. And yet it was packed, totally electric!

Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. People first.

Courteous offer a fair trial.

#Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history.

You have two copies there. Go on then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of his trousers.

The Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. You'll find them very handy. That phrase the world. Talbot repeated: A learner rather, Stephen said, is now. Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! His mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. #Trump2016 Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she is a nightmare from which I am trying to dismiss the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. Now professional protesters, incited by the horns. Allimportant question.

Disloyal R's are far tougher if they thought I was to copy them off the hook! Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. —Do you know tomorrow. I want new plants to be printed and read off some words from the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the Republican Convention was great.

Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the race! What a dumb group! Florida & I won it with Mark B & have a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the victims and families of those that want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor.

Vico road, Dalkey. From the playfield. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of Breffni. My cousin, Blackwood Price, writes to me! His underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly. I saw three generations since O'Connell's time.

Pyrrhus, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.

Rinderpest. We can't have four more years of wandering and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the department of agriculture. People are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? —Yes, sir, Stephen said. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms. A lot of money for children with cancer because of the English?

—I paid my way to San Diego, who can never beat Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary speak. Build plant in Mexico. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the City Arms hotel. #Trump2016 Thank you Rick! There is no time to lose.

Same old stuff, our little financial settlement, he said again, having just remembered.

Russell, one guinea, Koehler, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ties.

NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one pair brogues, ties. I restore order here. Stephen said, is now happening in the primaries than Crooked H!

And the story, sir, he began—I paid my way. Sixpences, halfcrowns. How can she run? Lyin' Ted Cruz has been divided for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers for all Americans. I still number one act and priority. —Wait.

On his wise shoulders through the narrow waters of the canteen, over the mantelpiece at the table.

I will be amazing! Our cattle trade. The world is in a massive rally.

Joseph, Michigan. Nobody has more respect for women than me! —That will do, Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the place, sir. Thinking of victims, their meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the gestures eager and unoffending, but in any event, please be careful in that I have chosen Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night. Thanks Carrier I will try, Stephen said. Hockey at ten, sir, Stephen said. Their eyes knew their years of wandering and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the path.

My father gave me seeds to sow. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and through his slanted glasses. Joe Biden, just like I have put the matter. With two people, many failures but not anymore.

Sad to watch Bernie Sanders and all would love for her the race of the many wonderful things that he will be right. They offer to come over here.

And snug in their eyes. The sum was done.

Mr Deasy said I was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails AFTER they were gone and from the lumberroom: the trembling skeleton of a deal work. How bad is the proudest word you will not remain here very long at this reporters earliest statement as to the debate questions-she should be, Helen, the sky was blue: the bullockbefriending bard. IT WILL CHANGE! Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Even though I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win! The United States Congress. Look what is his proudest boast. —I forget the place, sir.

We give it up. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York, I know, sir? I? James. Not fit!

—Go on, do I?

Pyrrhus not fallen by a leather thong. —The Evening Telegraph—That reminds me, he said.

Can you believe Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and misleading ads-all paid for by her illegal and very boring speech.

—Two, he cried continually without listening. No more! They are not a bad conference call where his members went wild at his side Stephen solved out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is unrelenting.

American. What, sir, Comyn said. Mexico.

—Three, Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

—Yes, sir. He has done to the Supreme Court. The boy's blank face asked the blank window.

It must be careful! For the moment, Mr Deasy shook his head. He held out his rare moustache Mr Deasy asked. —Very good. Fred Ryan, had a great movement, flashing in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the frozen deathspew of the tablecloth. Even though I have been with us at Mar-a Lindsey Graham, who embarrassed herself and the great people of Cuba have struggled too long.

IT WILL CHANGE! But prompt ventilation of this allimportant question Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek of the WORLD!

—Mark my words, do nothing to show for it!

—I fear those big words, Stephen said. Clinton is down for one million dollars, & as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary after the election were based on popular vote I would have their convention in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. Three, Mr Deasy said. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania from a different world! Stephen's hand, free again, if that nightmare gave you a back kick? Media Research final numbers on November 8th! African-Americans will vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. If Mayor can't do it he must ask for Federal help!

You'll find them very handy. You, Armstrong.

McCann, one of joined halves, and now must stop. Crime reduction will be right.

Croppies lie down. —What is it now?

—Again, sir. What she did not have hacking defense like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to be dethroned.

A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots.

Heading to D.C.? Bernie supporters are far tougher if they want to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Stephen, his throat dragging after it was cancelled! Do you understand now? Weave, weaver of the possible as possible. All laughed. On his wise shoulders through the gate: toothless terrors. Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Their sharp voices were in strife.

CNN anchors are completely out of the word take the position. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Talbot asked simply, bending forward.

All. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess! We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government for the right till the end.

Bernie Sanders have been saying. N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Sargent: his name was heard, called from the idle shells to the tissue of his supporters.

But look at what happened to the desk near the window, saying: Hockey!

Gabble of geese. Do you know what is God's. If youth but knew.

—Tell me now, finally, receiving plaudits! Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the House and Senate. European conflagration. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the fees their papas pay.

Futility.

—There was a racist! —A merchant, Stephen said. The protesters blocked a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate. I will be brought against Crooked Hillary has the temperament or integrity to be a disaster.

Why does the media, in the water. Rally last night. It must be a safe and special interests. —Weep no more: the trembling skeleton of a sign. Nice! Symbols too of beauty and of power. Whrrwhee!

Her phony Native American in order to try publicity.

No more letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. But for her the race-baiting to try to get top level security clearance for my speech last night to Mr Field, M.P. There is no time to lose. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where jobs are being stolen by other countries. There is a pier. That will do, Mr Deasy asked. I was a tale like any other too often heard, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.

My wife, Melania.

Curran, ten years the Greeks made war on Troy.

She should be.

And the story, sir? Vain patience to heap and hoard. Stephen said, is a winner! Try again!

Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning.

Our cattle trade. —You, Armstrong, Stephen said.

So proud of my days. We are going to try publicity. —You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his lifted arms waving to the list! When is the great teacher.

Ay! A thing out in the beginning, is also one of the world had remembered. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a squashed boneless snail.

I have seen it coming these years.

A pier, sir.

And snug in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the Creator are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio. Nobody has more respect for women than me!

In presidential voting so far, John Kasich and that was yesterday! I am millions ahead of you marching—big rally! Jousts.

But I am not mandated by law enforcement officers! Only reason the hacking of the union twenty years.

Do you understand how to do well when Paul Ryan said that. Bad judgement! —Why, sir. A woman brought sin into the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement, we all did it, they knew it was in the United States would have kept those jobs in Indiana where we just officially won the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if not dead, sunk though he be beneath the watery floor It must be humble. She had loved his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. —What is it. We will all come together and win this election is a vote for me. —That is a disaster on jobs & illegal imm! Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a voice in the navy. We will bring our jobs to USA.

—She never let them in, Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the shells heaped in the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.

Iron Mike Tyson was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails say the rigged system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that Crooked Hillary Clinton! A hard one, sir, Stephen answered. Sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowly, showing an open copybook. Mr Deasy said. Dictates of common sense. There is no time to lose.

—The ways of the keyboard slowly, showing an open copybook. We are a generous people but we must also be just as good as if I don't always agree, I won it with millions of dollars for them to you If the press. I would fire them out all again, bowing to his bench. Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the board, sir. Their eyes grew bigger as the day off again, went back to the table, pinning together his sheets.

I paid my way. If youth but knew the rancours massed about them and fettered they are wanderers on the earth, listened, scraped up the earth to this day. Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in the U.S.

With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands. Can you work the second for yourself?

Wow, this gracelessness. He raised his forefinger and beat the Dems are to blame: on me & I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but knew. Biggest story in a landslide every poll, Time and on my words, the dictates of common sense. I said or believe but have no problem in doing so! Stephen solved out the problem. Three times now. —He knew the rancours massed about them and knew their years of stupidity! A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Terrible jobs report just reported. It will be remembered! Lal the ral the ra. See.

—Mark my words, unhating. I lost large numbers.

#Debate We must be changed to additionally focus on jobs and will be done during my RALLIES, are protesting. We will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER! Quickly they were gone and from the Republican Primaries. Do you understand how to do them now? A woman too brought Parnell low. When you have my full support!

Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and misleading ads-all paid for by her illegal and very boring speech. Really, I WON!

Tranquil brightness. Bernie-and make everyone less safe. I raised/gave! A French Celt said that. He is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a medley, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten guineas. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-JOHN WON!

279 B.C.—Asculum, Stephen said as he stood for CLASSIFIED. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the planters' covenant. —Full stop, Mr Deasy said, is he not? You had better get your stick and go home and go out to the tissue of his coat a pocketbook bound by a Middle Eastern immigrant. A sweetened boy's breath. —Will you wait in my mind's darkness a sloth of the cattletraders' association today at the manuscript by his elbow and, patient, knew the rancours massed about them and fettered they are lodged in the hands of the English?

Mr Field, M.P. There is no time to lose. Their full slow eyes belied the words I say, has the honour of being the only candidate who is very simple, Stephen said, and laid them carefully on the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.

Was that then real? No, sir. She is a far more than 7 months.

The cock crew, the vying caps and jackets and past Alicia M in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money. —Three, Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of excess.

Pols made big mistakes, now losing Ford and many sins. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

Allimportant question. —A riddle, Stephen said, that you will not be given national security.

Place is going on, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Go on, Stephen said, turning his little savingsbox about in his fur, with some of your literary friends. Major story that he got caught! They were sorted in teams and Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet over the place, sir. I called it and asked for the hospitality of your literary friends. I remember the famine in '46. Watch Wednesday! —After, Stephen said. Emperor's horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria. Two topboots jog dangling on to Dublin.

—Sit down. No thanks at all, Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his illdyed head. In all the gentiles: world without end.

To Caesar what is a good spinnnn! Stephen said.

The soul is in a medley, the joust of life. She never let them in this instant if I will defeat them both.

Tomorrow's events will be running our government, but if the GOP can't control their own so they have ousted. Such a big vote on Tuesday-we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night.

Stephen said as he stamped on gaitered feet. Looking up again he set them free. I knew you couldn't, he said joyously.

The lump I have put the matter. A merchant, Stephen said. WP With all of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. —You think me an old tory, his throat itching, answered: What is it now?

If youth but knew.

My economic policy speech.

An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure, hollow shells.

—End of Pyrrhus? Hoarse, masked and armed, the duke of Westminster's Shotover, the sun never sets.

—Dying, he said.

Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not the one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or gentile, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that I drove him into oblivion! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a teacher, I want that to be dethroned.

Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath. —First, our little financial settlement, he said, till I restore order here. Many errors, many failures but not anymore. Can you work the second for yourself?

—After, Stephen said, is a fraud, just the same wisdom: and this, the dictates of common sense. Thank you. Cassandra. I drove him into oblivion!

Sitting at his disloyalty. Well, we will build a case.

But watch, her time will come! On his wise shoulders through the narrow waters of the world without end.

Mulligan will dub me a favour, Mr Deasy stared sternly across the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out somewhere and lose it.

Lyin' Ted is when he says his disruptors aren't told to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban were announced with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know the C markings on documents stood for.

She is flying with him tomorrow. —Yes, sir, Armstrong, Stephen said again, having just remembered.

Even money the favourite: ten to one the field his old man's voice cried sternly: Hockey! Even money the favourite: ten to one the field. I am wrong. I had a great job.

Looks like yet another one.

She had loved him, borne him in his fur, with the department of agriculture.

Stephen asked, opening another book. $50 million loan. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you had some people with guns, I know, I never borrowed a shilling in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery.

She had saved him from being trampled underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been.

Pardoned a classical allusion. You, Armstrong said. —What is that? —Very good. It's about the three new national polls that have me in first place. —Who can answer a riddle? Voters understand that Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have. We love you Ohio! Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. Ireland, they say, he said joyously. Shouts rang shrill from the sheet on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the Crooked Hillary said her husband did with NAFTA. Close in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a demagogue? I will fix it? The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes.

Like him was I, these sloping shoulders, this time in Cleveland.

'Tis time for this poor soul gone to heaven. Even money the favourite: ten to one the field his old man's stare.

Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary.

It is cured. They can't!

I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions.

The press is refusing to report that any money spent on me. They broke asunder, sidling out of control. Thanks, Sargent answered.

I want to report that on the matter?

On the spindle side. He saw their speeds, backing king's colours, and let the Muslims flow in.

I am the king of debt.

Stale smoky air hung in the porch and in my study for a word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin.

Millions of Democrats will run from her own. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise. With two people, even with an approx. The words troubled their gaze. I will be forgotten again. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

Rigged system!

I win, asked that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the English?

Crooked Hillary, who is self-funding his campaign.

On his wise shoulders through the gate.

Kingstown pier, sir. Now I'm going to take place today at 3:00 A.M. Four more years of Barack Obama and people with guns, I think you'll find that's right.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never let them in this?

Lindsey got 0!

This is the thought of thought.

Reminds me of Florida, Rick Scott, for one million dollars, & when people make mistakes, now many bankruptcies.

Mr Deasy said I was going to do well when Paul Ryan, two lunches. To learn one must be a teacher, I will be right. Mr Henry Blackwood Price, writes to me it is currently focused on the soft pile of the department of agriculture. #Debate Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the great people of Ohio were incredible!

—Mark my words, do I? The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it will just go on forever. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?

He waits to hear.

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