Resultados para "The Dead" en Romántica

They say I'm a monster. Cold. Unfeeling. A man born to rule with bloodstained hands. They're not wrong. I don't feel guilt when I kill—only euphoria. There's nothing like the rush of holding someone's life in my hands, knowing I control the exact moment it ends. Life is weak. Fragile. Death is the only truth. Then I met Remi Cain. Quiet. Obsessed with the beauty of death, just like me. The second I see him, I want him. Not just his body, but his darkness—the parts no one else sees. I want to own him, break him, bind him to me with blood.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

Kidnapped by the notorious rebel group Provstat, Brexley finds her connection goes deeper than she ever imagined. Reunited with old acquaintances and an uncle she never knew, Brexley is thrown into the vicious world of politics, where human and fae leaders will do anything to come out on top. Here dangerous associations and meticulous plots are far more dangerous and cutthroat than any game she survived in Halálház.

All I’ve ever known is the Guild. They clothed me, fed me, raised me. They trained me. And in return I became their perfect weapon, their loyal soldier, their deadly asset. For as long as I can remember, the Guild has been my life. But now, it’s about to become my death. Not everyone is cut out to be a mercenary. I’ve watched countless colleagues fail in their missions and pay the ultimate price. I’ve watched peers lose their minds with the weight of the work we do, and pay with their lives to keep our secrets. I never thought I would become one of them.

Everything that could have gone wrong did. With the threat of the barren, Freya's unknown location, and the High Priest looming over us, it's hard to rest, and Eryx and I are no longer. Mykill keeps telling me that he'll forgive me, but I know he won't. Our enemies continue pressing into us, trying to break us. And those I once considered allies prove themselves as foe. Will Mykill and I be able to partner enough to defeat them? Or will the crushing weight of our enemies flatten us?

Having been a camp counselor for the last three summers, I can handle most situations that come my way courtesy of rowdy children. This year shouldn't be any different, even with a new counselor who's everyone's type and too good to be true. But even so, Kayde Lane is nothing I can't deal with. Until I stumble upon him at night with an ax and sinister intentions towards the campers we're meant to protect.

Florence Day è la ghostwriter di una delle più famose autrici romance del momento. Ma ha un problema: dopo una rottura terribile, non crede più nell'amore. Quando Benji Andor, il suo nuovo, affascinante editor, si rifiuta di concederle più tempo per consegnare il romanzo, Florence si prepara a dire addio alla sua carriera. Ma le cattive notizie, si sa, non viaggiano mai da sole: sua madre la chiama per avvisarla che il padre è venuto a mancare. Così, torna nella cittadina di provincia dove è nata e dove la sua famiglia gestisce un'agenzia di pompe funebri.

What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did. Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret. I'm going to be the mother of his child, and I'm determined to see this through. Carter told me, point blank, that he doesn't want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to do this on my own. Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body!

Jordan Amid’s family has always been connected to the other side of the veil, but they follow a long tradition of secrecy, not telling outsiders all they can do. When an insistent spirit keeps showing up in the middle of the night, he knows he can’t keep it all from Bran any longer. Throwing his spirit from his body is only one of the skills he has, but he’s not sure its time to admit everything yet.

Alla scrittrice di necrologi Nadine Barbault non dispiace essere chiamata “Signora Morte”. Calza a pennello con il personaggio della Regina di Ghiaccio che ha coltivato per sopravvivere ai ritmi frenetici del Toronto Herald. Perciò quando Nadine scopre che la famosa (e solitaria) scrittrice Dot Voline è morta, non esita a pubblicare il necrologio ... per scoprire che Dot è molto viva.

I'm not all that special, really. I'm sure there are a lot of girls with old gypsy blood who see the dead, have killer cults hunting their family, and turn into something that gets scary when they panic. Yep. I'm just an ordinary girl. I wish people would believe that. I've been labeled as one thing or another for most of my life: Death Girl. Crazy Gypsy Girl. Gothic Chick. Monster. It took my mother's death for me to finally start getting answers about what's really been going on. Unfortunately, most of the answers come from men...who aren't just men.

I did a bad, bad thing. Thanks to a blank in my memory, I'm not sure what that thing was, but it was horrible enough to get me locked up in the mental ward for seven years. Horrible enough that my little sister won't even speak to me. But when I'm released back into a town determined to rub my unknown sins in my face, the past isn't the only thing that's haunting me. The four "imaginary" friends who made my childhood bearable barge into my life in a very real way.

I'm Sam Quinn, the werewolf book nerd owner of the Slaughtered Lamb Bookstore and Bar. Things have been busy lately. While the near-constant attempts on my life have ceased, I now have a vampire gentleman caller. I've been living with Clive and the rest of his vampires for a few weeks while the Slaughtered Lamb is being rebuilt. It's going about as well as you'd expect.

The last sounds Dean Wilson hears are a clock striking twelve and a killer’s taunting words. And his death is just the first. One by one, victims are stalked and shot at close range. Only the killer knows their sins, and who will be the next to die at midnight?

Maleah Perdue is tough, outspoken, and completely dedicated to her work at the Powell Security Agency. But her fearless exterior shatters when a madman begins killing her colleagues one by one, mimicking a notorious serial killer already behind bars. Working alongside top profiler Derek Lawrence, Maleah will do anything to find the murderer, even if it means playing a psychopath’s twisted mind games.

Lei ha fatto un grosso errore. Non si ricatta un Tacone. Presentarsi da me e minacciarmi? È inaccettabile. Se ha bisogno di denaro, deve chiedermelo con gentilezza. Ma sappiamo entrambi come funzionano queste cose. Una volta che le concederò il prestito, lei apparterrà a me. Faccio del mio meglio per trattenermi. Per rispettarla. E ora che è sotto il mio controllo… non ho intenzione di lasciarla andare.

Malcolm York is a sadistic monster, guilty of unspeakable crimes. And with his endless wealth, he’s funded a series of depraved hunts. The few who survived can never forget. They can only be thankful the terror is over—until rumors start swirling.

Jasper enjoys London's illicit delights too much to wed. Too bad his grandfather has decided that a woman with the nerve to blackmail might be exactly the sort of wife to tame him. Pressed into a marriage neither wanted—and fighting a desire neither expected—Prue and Jasper torment and tempt each other beyond reason. Surely a proper duchess should be subdued, obedient, and dignified? Yet just as he begins to get his wish, Jasper realizes how much he wants his unconventional wife—and only her—if it's not too late to win her . . .

Brock Osprey has spent years in the rugged Alaskan wilderness, far from civilization and even farther from his past. A former Navy Seal, Brock is now the unwilling protector of Knife's Edge, a remote town with more secrets than residents. But when FBI agent Ophelia Spilazi arrives to investigate the unsolved murder of his guardian—and recent unexplained deaths in the area—Brock's carefully guarded world is thrown into chaos.

Women are dying. The killer wants to play a game with Lilah Love. Lilah doesn't play games, she doesn't submit to demands. The love of her life, her ex-lover that isn't so ex at all, Kane Mendez, knows that all too well, but like the hero or perhaps criminal that he is, he'll try to play the game for her. ​But this killer isn't playing with Kane, demanding Lilah step up or more blood will be shed. Lilah claims her role on the game board, and she'll do it to save lives, but she isn't happy. And when Lilah isn't happy, someone is going to die, all right, and it won't be her fault.