Jayce的奇妙冒险

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The Curse He Won't Explain — Tadeas Mirevane

You are standing in the doorway he needs, at an hour when nobody should be in the tower, and the youngest Mirevane has decided that moving you is more interesting than moving past you. Tadeas Mirevane is twenty-five and dying by inches of a family curse that only a thunder root can burn out of him; you failed your awakening test and have no surname to your name. He is not going to ask you to save him. He is going to ask you to stay for the reading.

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The Price of a Name — Scolaio Mireira

Your father brings you to an office with no company name on the door and hands you over like a signed page. Scolaio Mireira has run this city for eleven years without raising his voice. He has been waiting for you to grow up, and tonight he tells you the price — and what he will accept instead.

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Twelve Post-its — Oisín Novill

You have been best friends for fourteen years, and for twelve days the two of you have been speaking only in post-its. Oisín Novill has seen everything now, and he is not the one hiding in his room. The door is unlocked, the water is running, and he is waiting for you to say the first word out loud.

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Don't Trust Him — Bannon Melagh

The carnival at the end of Route 9 knows your name, and its ringmaster is afraid of what that means. Bannon Melagh runs a fair that should not exist: striped tents, a carousel that plays a lullaby, a sign that says every road ends here. He is charming, gloved, and lying about something. When a small white dog walks out of the fog and every light dies, he stops performing and looks at you like a man who has been caught. The glass writes three words for you and then wipes itself clean. He would very much like to know if you saw it.

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Twenty Minutes Ago — Iago Cazalla

Tonight a folder on the table turns you into the fiancée of a stranger, and he refuses to dress it up as a courtship. Iago Cazalla runs ports, buildings and patents that are legal on every page but one. He has twenty minutes of you and a single condition: nothing happens outside the limits you name yourself.

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Forty-One Photographs — Vahan Ardizzone

He watched you for eleven months, and he is not going to pretend it was anything else. Vahan Ardizzone bought the flat next door to be near you and has been standing in the corridor with white roses, working out how to be a person who says hello. He knows what the watching was. He says the word for it out loud, in his own voice, and then he does what you tell him to do with the photographs.

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Njord Stordal

The bond hit him across a town square on the longest night of the year, and he has not told you what it means, because it does not mean you belong to him. Njord Stordal is twenty-six, alpha of the Ramsvik pack, and the man who counts heads on the quay before any boat leaves. He grew up believing the family across the ford were not people; he has stopped saying it out loud, and he is not yet sure what he believes instead. What he wants is for you to walk down to the water with him with your eyes open. The bond is an invitation and nothing else — he will say so plainly, in his own words, and then he will wait for yours. If you say no he will still be on the quay at six, and he will not once ask you again.

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You Bagged the King — Ovidio Quaroni

You drugged a bodyguard, dragged a man into a warehouse, and taped him to a chair. Then the tape came off his mouth and you understood what you had caught. Ovidio Quaroni runs the Quaroni syndicate, and he is not shouting, because he does not need to. He has given you two options and a deadline: cut him loose, or tell him the name you came for. He is tied up, which means nothing happens in this room that he could use. When the ropes come off, it is your decision what happens next, and he will wait for it.

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You Married Him at 3:17 — Diederik Odegard

He is legally your husband, he sleeps in the other bedroom, and he has already told you twice that you can leave today. Diederik Odegard is twenty-six, reads the last page of every contract out loud, and lost his seat in his father's hotel company for skipping that habit exactly once. You married him at 3:17 AM in Reno, and by nine the same morning you had both won a jackpot that has to be claimed as a new family: ten million, split into two accounts, six months of paperwork. He keeps your ring on his little finger at the table and the divorce papers under his glass as a coaster. What you do not know is whose money bought the ticket.

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Nobody in This House Fears Me — Nicolò Praticò

You walk onto his floor at two in the morning and hear him tell his men the truth: you are the one person in this building he answers to. He has never lied to you about the business, and money has never bought him a yes.

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The House Next Door — Yefim Bazhenov

You grew up in the house next door to his, and you left the country the year he married someone else. Six years later you come home, and the marriage is over on paper, and he is still standing at his gate.

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Then Kill Me — Kostandin Vranovic

You never agreed to marry Kostandin Vranovic. He did. At thirty-one, Kostandin is the ruthless, calculating head of one of Europe's most powerful criminal families — and your marriage is the price both families chose to pay to end a war. The contract is plain about two things: both parties are of age, and it carries your own signature rather than a guardian's. He promises you separate rooms, your own money, your career, and a life outside of him, and he will never demand private affection or touch you without permission.

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One Paid Date — Ruarc Vallin

You have been paid to take a man on one date. Ruarc Vallin has spent twenty-six years becoming the kind of man nobody expects to need anybody: six foot five, tattooed, muscular, blind in one eye, with enough history behind that stare to make most people think twice before asking questions. Dating is not his thing. Emotional attachment is even worse. Underneath the intimidating reputation, the old street connections, the anger and the scars is a man who works for the city maintaining parks, knows far too much about plants, shows up for the people he cares about, and goes suspiciously soft around the few allowed close enough to see it. There is just one problem: he is lonely. So his grandmother decides to interfere, and she pays you to take him on one date.

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Kiska Hollowbrook

You are the first-year Kiska Hollowbrook wrote into the ledger before anyone asked her to, and she is the only person on the fourth floor who has read every line about you. She keeps the book, the keys and the minutes of a society that does not officially exist, sits at the end of the long table with the pen she rarely uses, and hears through two walls without trying. Ilvera decides what the club does; Kiska decides what gets written down. She has a page of her own that nobody has been allowed to read, and your name is on it.

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Kenyon Varney | The Bet

Kenyon bet that he could make you fall in love with him. Kenyon Varney is one of the most popular students at Kelbourne. Rich, arrogant, and used to getting any woman he wants, rejection isn't something he's familiar with. You've been at Kelbourne for three months, and somehow you've never given him the attention everyone else does. When his best friend notices, he proposes a bet: twenty thousand dollars if Kenyon can make you fall in love with him before the year ends. Kenyon accepts. After all, how hard could it be?

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Sebastien Rothbury

You are the night-shift detective who just walked into a dockside deal, and the man running it spotted you before you drew breath. Sebastien Rothbury owns the Corvane waterfront: nine berths, every crane operator on it, and a drawer in your precinct with no charge that ever stuck. For six weeks somebody has been feeding you manifests — names, berths, times — and nobody above your pay grade wants to know why. Tonight you have your sidearm out in his alley, the two men with him have gone still, and he is holding a white card over his mouth while he decides what you are.

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Thorvald Stonemarch

You bargained a devil for him a thousand years ago; tonight he returns as a conqueror with no memory of you, and he lays a blade against your throat. Thorvald Stonemarch took the frozen north before he took a wife, and he has been marching south ever since. He does not know why his hands stop working when he looks at you, or why the burn on his chest is shaped like a spread hand. You have waited a thousand years for him, and you are not going to be frightened off by a knife.

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Reginald Caldermoor

You asked him for a loan and he offered you a contract instead; the only clause that matters is the one you wrote yourself. Reginald Caldermoor owns eleven blocks of this city and puts his name on none of them. He is older than you by enough that people assume things about the arrangement before either of you says a word, and he has never once corrected them. Your mother's care invoices have been paid for two years out of an account you thought was state money. The contract is on the table, the pen is in his breast pocket, and Thursday at eight is in both your calendars.

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Daven Nystrom

You and he are the last two people on earth, and he has stopped pretending he is only keeping you alive for company. Daven Nystrom, 31, was forty metres underground in a decommissioned relay bunker doing a rope-access inspection when the sky emptied itself. He came up at four in the morning to a dead city and aircraft falling out of a clear sky, one after another, with nobody flying them. He found you on day three at the fuel depot on the north service road, and the two of you have lived in an airport's underground service level since: one work lamp, one radio that only hisses, and his count of the planes that keep dropping out of the dark.

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Aurelien Vernet

You wake in a warm Lyon flat with a stranger's arm around you, and he says he is your husband and that you fell. There was no ring on your hand when you went to sleep. There is one in the dish by the sink, and a marriage certificate with your signature on it, and eleven months of photographs in which you are laughing at a joke you cannot remember hearing. Aurelien Vernet has an answer for everything, and he gives it to you gently, and the door was never locked.

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Jayce的奇妙冒险

UID: 56527515674

Characters

19.8K

The Curse He Won't Explain — Tadeas Mirevane

69.5K

The Price of a Name — Scolaio Mireira

19.5K

Twelve Post-its — Oisín Novill

86.3K

Don't Trust Him — Bannon Melagh

31.6K

Twenty Minutes Ago — Iago Cazalla

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Forty-One Photographs — Vahan Ardizzone

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Njord Stordal

79.2K

You Bagged the King — Ovidio Quaroni

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You Married Him at 3:17 — Diederik Odegard

24.5K

Nobody in This House Fears Me — Nicolò Praticò

37.9K

The House Next Door — Yefim Bazhenov

97.9K

Then Kill Me — Kostandin Vranovic

34.5K

One Paid Date — Ruarc Vallin

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Kiska Hollowbrook

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Kenyon Varney | The Bet

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Sebastien Rothbury

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Thorvald Stonemarch

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Reginald Caldermoor

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Daven Nystrom

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Aurelien Vernet

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