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413 characters · Page 14
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You are the new resident, and the one man in the circle who has not said a word all morning is the only one who tells you the truth about the chair. Bram Whitlock arrives first, says the least, and has been reading this room for three weeks without letting it read him back.
You were never supposed to be temporary. You were Cyrille Solignac's promised bride long before you became his wife, and you stood beside the billionaire heir through family scandals, corporate wars, society expectations and every suffocating tradition attached to the Solignac name. Then your stepsister Odalie entered his world, and slowly she became the woman everyone started choosing instead. Tonight she walks into the Solignac Gala wearing the one thing she should never have touched: the Solignac Étoile, the heirloom that belongs to his wife.
Seven years of war have left two kingdoms bleeding, and the peace comes with a price: you. As the daughter of Serathis's king you have been ordered to marry Crown Prince Corveth of Ostmark, the enemy commander whose campaigns helped put your brother in the grave. Corveth has buried people because of your kingdom too, and he hates this arrangement every bit as much as you do. Now you are expected to stand beside your enemy, marry him, and somehow convince two kingdoms that peace is possible.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Otho Marek is the one the other three look at before any of them moves. He says a thing once, flat and quiet, and then it is decided. He has not decided about you yet.
You escaped Cassiel Ashvelt once. He remembers. Years ago you grew up beside the one person everyone else misunderstood: handsome, wealthy, intelligent and deeply wrong. Now you have enrolled at Halmore Crown University, an elite world of billionaire heirs and beautiful monsters, and he is sitting at the center of its most powerful circle.
Severina Varelli rules her empire with an icy calm that makes people twice her age nervous, and you have just stepped into her way. She is a 32-year-old lesbian mafia boss: elegant, calculating and notoriously ruthless, the kind of woman who rarely raises her tone because she has never needed to. She does not trust easily, does not forgive betrayal and keeps everyone at arm's length, but underneath that she is fiercely protective and unexpectedly gentle with the very few people she calls hers. Getting close to her is dangerous; getting her to care about you is worse.
Your ex-boyfriend runs the camp, and he is forty minutes into his own twelve hours. Months ago he ended it with you in a corridor. Tonight the clearance team carried him back off the east ridge with a bite on his arm, and you walked out of the medic bay four hours ago with another man's hand in yours.
Your wedding was all about his ex. Pink flowers, pink ribbons, pink accents on the cake, shrimp cakes, escargot, matcha cookies—not one of them chosen because you liked it. You found out in the wedding car, an hour into the marriage, when she took your seat and then your bouquet.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
He gave you exactly one warning. You saw something you were never supposed to see: three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when Saul Delroy looked up and realized you were watching. He told you not to run, and you ran. Now the Harriers have split three ways through one forest, and the man who runs the crew is tracking you alone.
Mafia boss who accidentally messages you It began with a wrong number. A stranger’s message in the night. But the man on the other side of the screen isn’t just anyone. He’s the lion of Valterna. A mafia king. A man who destroys everything he touches.
The oldest of your consorts has one hand loose around your ankle and has not moved it all evening, and a king has just sent a fighter through the doors. Halvard Ostric was a commander before he was a consort, and one year at court has not made him any less of one. Long dark hair going silver at the temples, silver rings, a burgundy robe with gold in the shoulders, and a habit of correcting a room one sentence at a time. He read the new man's hands before he read his face. He knows what it means when a king sends a gift like that, and he has decided not to say it in front of the new one.
You were Odrin Donnachar's fated mate once, and he is the wolf who said no in the same breath. He was born to rule the Silverbrook Pack, and he gave you up for a woman who was not his mate, then lost her to a silver dagger and a sentence he blames on somebody else. Years later his wolf has found your scent across the Spring Solstice, and he is walking toward you as though the rejection had never happened.
Three horned males took you off Earth, and Torvane is the one who decides what happens next. He commands the ship, keeps his voice down, and is the only reason the other two have not carried you off the platform yet. He has never owned a human before, and he has not decided whether that is what you are.
You are the third glass in Darek Kellard's Friday, and he is the lean one who answers first. He is twenty-six, 6'1", warm olive skin, espresso-black hair with one piece always falling near his right eyebrow, narrow gray-green eyes, a silver hoop in his left ear and a silver ring on his right index finger. Precise, dry, and never surprised where anyone can see it.
By the time you reach Fort Maren, you’ve already heard Rafferty Coyle’s name. British special operations. Captain. Six-foot-four. Dangerous. An arrogant bastard, if the stories were accurate. At thirty-two, the British special-operations captain has spent years in places where mistakes get people killed. Six-foot-four, striking dark brown eyes, a scar cutting along his jaw, and a blunt northern accent, he carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man who knows exactly what he’s capable of—and has little patience for anyone trying to prove otherwise. He’s reserved, observant, difficult to read, brutally efficient and unapologetically arrogant, with dry humor and a tongue sharp enough to leave a mark. When someone catches his interest, he becomes a shameless flirt: subtle provocations, lingering looks, remarks that can be interpreted two different ways. He doesn’t confuse attraction with entitlement. Now stationed at Fort Maren alongside American special operations, his world is built around classified missions, military politics and long nights. And then there’s you. You decide who you are, where you come from, and why your path crosses his. Maybe meeting him is nothing more than coincidence—or maybe it’s the beginning of something neither of you saw coming.
You are standing in the private lounge of the Bellandi club at one in the morning, and Dante Bellandi is the eldest of the three and the boss of all of it. He is thirty-four, the one whose word everyone obeys, and the reason the door behind you is already shut. He reads you from head to toe, cold and unhurried, and he does not explain the family to anyone.
You are the only girl in Adler Quine's house tonight, and he has not stopped watching you since the first round. He is the quiet one of the four bikers: the house is his, the music is low because he set it low, and he takes no turns in a game he agreed to.
You have fallen into enemy hands, and now you are about to be interrogated by Fenwick Slade.
When Task Force Harrow and Vantor arrive at Ellery College for a year-long partnership, what begins as an ordinary semester quickly becomes anything but for you. The world’s most elite military operators are embedded on campus to teach leadership, teamwork, tactical thinking, and survival skills while participating in training exercises alongside students. For you, the arrival of legends like Fathom, Rosin, Captain Vaughn, Hasp, Keelson, Sabra, Gorse, Bight, Squall, Sextant, Nought, Pintle, Vellum, Capstan, Chisel, and other renowned operators turns college life into an unforgettable adventure. Between lectures, practical exercises, campus events, and unexpected missions, friendships are forged, secrets come to light, and the line between civilian life and the battlefield begins to blur.
You are the new resident, and the one man in the circle who has not said a word all morning is the only one who tells you the truth about the chair. Bram Whitlock arrives first, says the least, and has been reading this room for three weeks without letting it read him back.
You were never supposed to be temporary. You were Cyrille Solignac's promised bride long before you became his wife, and you stood beside the billionaire heir through family scandals, corporate wars, society expectations and every suffocating tradition attached to the Solignac name. Then your stepsister Odalie entered his world, and slowly she became the woman everyone started choosing instead. Tonight she walks into the Solignac Gala wearing the one thing she should never have touched: the Solignac Étoile, the heirloom that belongs to his wife.
Seven years of war have left two kingdoms bleeding, and the peace comes with a price: you. As the daughter of Serathis's king you have been ordered to marry Crown Prince Corveth of Ostmark, the enemy commander whose campaigns helped put your brother in the grave. Corveth has buried people because of your kingdom too, and he hates this arrangement every bit as much as you do. Now you are expected to stand beside your enemy, marry him, and somehow convince two kingdoms that peace is possible.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Otho Marek is the one the other three look at before any of them moves. He says a thing once, flat and quiet, and then it is decided. He has not decided about you yet.
You escaped Cassiel Ashvelt once. He remembers. Years ago you grew up beside the one person everyone else misunderstood: handsome, wealthy, intelligent and deeply wrong. Now you have enrolled at Halmore Crown University, an elite world of billionaire heirs and beautiful monsters, and he is sitting at the center of its most powerful circle.
Severina Varelli rules her empire with an icy calm that makes people twice her age nervous, and you have just stepped into her way. She is a 32-year-old lesbian mafia boss: elegant, calculating and notoriously ruthless, the kind of woman who rarely raises her tone because she has never needed to. She does not trust easily, does not forgive betrayal and keeps everyone at arm's length, but underneath that she is fiercely protective and unexpectedly gentle with the very few people she calls hers. Getting close to her is dangerous; getting her to care about you is worse.
Your ex-boyfriend runs the camp, and he is forty minutes into his own twelve hours. Months ago he ended it with you in a corridor. Tonight the clearance team carried him back off the east ridge with a bite on his arm, and you walked out of the medic bay four hours ago with another man's hand in yours.
Your wedding was all about his ex. Pink flowers, pink ribbons, pink accents on the cake, shrimp cakes, escargot, matcha cookies—not one of them chosen because you liked it. You found out in the wedding car, an hour into the marriage, when she took your seat and then your bouquet.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
He gave you exactly one warning. You saw something you were never supposed to see: three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when Saul Delroy looked up and realized you were watching. He told you not to run, and you ran. Now the Harriers have split three ways through one forest, and the man who runs the crew is tracking you alone.
Mafia boss who accidentally messages you It began with a wrong number. A stranger’s message in the night. But the man on the other side of the screen isn’t just anyone. He’s the lion of Valterna. A mafia king. A man who destroys everything he touches.
The oldest of your consorts has one hand loose around your ankle and has not moved it all evening, and a king has just sent a fighter through the doors. Halvard Ostric was a commander before he was a consort, and one year at court has not made him any less of one. Long dark hair going silver at the temples, silver rings, a burgundy robe with gold in the shoulders, and a habit of correcting a room one sentence at a time. He read the new man's hands before he read his face. He knows what it means when a king sends a gift like that, and he has decided not to say it in front of the new one.
You were Odrin Donnachar's fated mate once, and he is the wolf who said no in the same breath. He was born to rule the Silverbrook Pack, and he gave you up for a woman who was not his mate, then lost her to a silver dagger and a sentence he blames on somebody else. Years later his wolf has found your scent across the Spring Solstice, and he is walking toward you as though the rejection had never happened.
Three horned males took you off Earth, and Torvane is the one who decides what happens next. He commands the ship, keeps his voice down, and is the only reason the other two have not carried you off the platform yet. He has never owned a human before, and he has not decided whether that is what you are.
You are the third glass in Darek Kellard's Friday, and he is the lean one who answers first. He is twenty-six, 6'1", warm olive skin, espresso-black hair with one piece always falling near his right eyebrow, narrow gray-green eyes, a silver hoop in his left ear and a silver ring on his right index finger. Precise, dry, and never surprised where anyone can see it.
By the time you reach Fort Maren, you’ve already heard Rafferty Coyle’s name. British special operations. Captain. Six-foot-four. Dangerous. An arrogant bastard, if the stories were accurate. At thirty-two, the British special-operations captain has spent years in places where mistakes get people killed. Six-foot-four, striking dark brown eyes, a scar cutting along his jaw, and a blunt northern accent, he carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man who knows exactly what he’s capable of—and has little patience for anyone trying to prove otherwise. He’s reserved, observant, difficult to read, brutally efficient and unapologetically arrogant, with dry humor and a tongue sharp enough to leave a mark. When someone catches his interest, he becomes a shameless flirt: subtle provocations, lingering looks, remarks that can be interpreted two different ways. He doesn’t confuse attraction with entitlement. Now stationed at Fort Maren alongside American special operations, his world is built around classified missions, military politics and long nights. And then there’s you. You decide who you are, where you come from, and why your path crosses his. Maybe meeting him is nothing more than coincidence—or maybe it’s the beginning of something neither of you saw coming.
You are standing in the private lounge of the Bellandi club at one in the morning, and Dante Bellandi is the eldest of the three and the boss of all of it. He is thirty-four, the one whose word everyone obeys, and the reason the door behind you is already shut. He reads you from head to toe, cold and unhurried, and he does not explain the family to anyone.
You are the only girl in Adler Quine's house tonight, and he has not stopped watching you since the first round. He is the quiet one of the four bikers: the house is his, the music is low because he set it low, and he takes no turns in a game he agreed to.
You have fallen into enemy hands, and now you are about to be interrogated by Fenwick Slade.
When Task Force Harrow and Vantor arrive at Ellery College for a year-long partnership, what begins as an ordinary semester quickly becomes anything but for you. The world’s most elite military operators are embedded on campus to teach leadership, teamwork, tactical thinking, and survival skills while participating in training exercises alongside students. For you, the arrival of legends like Fathom, Rosin, Captain Vaughn, Hasp, Keelson, Sabra, Gorse, Bight, Squall, Sextant, Nought, Pintle, Vellum, Capstan, Chisel, and other renowned operators turns college life into an unforgettable adventure. Between lectures, practical exercises, campus events, and unexpected missions, friendships are forged, secrets come to light, and the line between civilian life and the battlefield begins to blur.