Resultados para "Stella" en Distopía

Mein Name ist Stella. Ich kenne die Welt nur so, wie sie jetzt ist: voller Hunger, Kälte und Angst. In verwilderten Städten suche ich nach Nahrung und Unterschlupf. Doch in jedem verwaisten Haus, in jedem überwucherten Garten lauern sie, die lebenden Toten. Ihr rasselnder Atem verfolgt mich bis in meine Träume. Es gibt ein Gerücht. Über einen sicheren Ort, an dem die Menschen leben können, statt nur zu existieren. Diesen Ort zu finden ist mein größter Wunsch. Doch schon bald muss ich wieder einmal feststellen, dass es weitaus Gefährlicheres gibt als nur die Untoten: die anderen Überlebenden.

In the year 2415, a daring experiment by scientists Amelia Carson and Viktor Kuznetsov propels the entire solar system into the Andromeda galaxy. Earth faces chaos and calamity as cosmic forces wreak havoc. The scientists, hailed as heroes and pariahs, lead a global coalition to navigate the treacherous cosmic terrain.

Roy Neal's gripping tale takes you on a harrowing journey through generations of a family bound by ingenuity, resilience, and the will to survive against all odds. Set in a future where the world as we know it has been obliterated, Mark and Karen, the great-grandparents of our narrator, foresaw the apocalypse and prepared for it meticulously, building an underground bunker that would become both a refuge and a prison for their descendants.

Die Bina Shea bezeichnen uns als "Toten Schwarm“. Wir mögen zwar einem Schwarm ähneln, sind aber noch lange nicht tot, sondern noch sehr lebendig. Wir ...

Last night, I tried to drink away my feelings for my brother's best friend. Today I’m riding across a dangerous, desert wasteland with him. When Torrance Knight steps up to make this dangerous ride with me, I’m both relieved and dreading the journey. He’s pure sin wrapped in a tall, leather package. I’ve been in love with him for years, but he’s too busy breaking the heart of every girl in town to notice me, let alone return my feelings. I have to protect my heart while also pretending to be his wife. Not only that, I have to focus on our mission.

I’m losing sleep, plagued with bad dreams, and my men can only do so much to help. How can I be the president my club needs when it feels like I’m not only losing my mind, but myself? The dreams get worse every night and soon, I have gaps in my memory. All the while, we’re chasing the Sisters of Bathory in circles and time is running out. The solution that comes to me is terrifying. Even worse, I can’t breathe a word of it to the men who love me.

Like my parents years ago, gods have chosen me for a sacred mission. You’d think the daughter of an infamous motorcycle club would be able to handle it. But when Torrance Knight steps up to make the ride with me, I’m both relieved and dreading the journey.