Resultados para "The Misfits" en Policíaca, negra y suspense

Kayleigh Morris is just trying to survive her first year at St. Kellum’s University. Freshers’ Week is a blur of social anxiety, parties, and the weight of trying to fit in. But when Kayleigh’s panic attack becomes the talk of the campus, she retreats into herself, shutting herself away in her room. Everything changes when she’s selected for a mysterious new module, led by Professor Lady Marian, who introduces her and a group of misfits to a psychedelic drug believed to cure anxiety and promote productivity.

We were the tip of the spear, until we got too old for combat. Then we went private. Yeah, we’re older and slowing down a bit. But we’re still deadly. They took one of our family’s father. Kidnapped him, and that was a bad mistake. We work for money. But this one was personal. We were going up against the Mexican Cartel, at least a part of it. We were a ragtag handful of vagabond soldiers of fortune. The odds were greatly stacked against us. But some things are worth protecting.

Someone pulled a Jurassic with my genes. I am the result of an experiment - human spliced with dinosaur - or so I assumed growing up. According to my parents, they rescued me from a lab when I was just a roly-poly egg. All my life I’ve hidden what I am because my parents told me I had to, but when they die, my world is blown apart. Which is when I meet Urion. Tall, dark, and arrogant, he invades my dreams and then ignites my world. I’m trying to protect my heart, but he makes me want something a misfit can’t have. A happily ever after.

Wilder Cromwell is pure temptation in a delicious package. Gorgeous. Smart. Athletic. He's also my student. The minute I saw him, I should have known better. But falling for him was as inevitable as breathing. He's more than just a face in my class. He's the man who came to my rescue on one of my darkest nights. Wilder has become a safe haven against my husband's monstrous brutality. Being with him is an escape from the cage my life has become. With him, I'm adored, and I'm safe—two feelings I've never felt before. But one mistake on one unforgettable night changes the course of my fate.

One year ago, my knight in shining armor stepped out of the fog and rescued me. With a simple thank you and an "I owe you one," I was on my way. Little did I know, that was only the start of our deranged story. Now, our parents are married and we're living under the same roof. Rome presents himself as a masked villain with strikingly good looks and a hypnotic appeal. Girls want him. His friends want to be him. But I only want to run from him.

Sixteen-year-old Diamond "Ray-Ray" Jenkins has it made in the shade, until one wrong move by her parents turns their lives upside down. Their secret of taking from the wrong street King in the Trap, Damien Orlando, has now put her in peril. The death of her parents signals an end to Diamond's semi-perfect life, putting her in the hands of evil. Her only salvation is to learn the game, and to put her trust in a kid wearing a hoodie.

The Misfits are back and now they are international. Trigga, Diamond, and the crew are in London. Dame has been handled and everything should be perfect. But when a plan works too perfectly, there is bound to be some unfinished business. Secrets are exposed. Diamond has learned the game and now she must continue to embrace a life she was not meant to live while understanding the truths of her own past.

A life without Blair Phillips is a life I refuse to live. At fourteen, she unknowingly became my anchor. Now thirty, I want her to be everything she was meant to be. We were in a state of transition, but… My heart. My life. My…everything belonged to her.

I always knew marriage for me would never be to a man of my choosing. As a young girl, I was all too aware of the power I wielded in a world where men were supposed to be the superior gender. To the underworld, I was just a mafia princess. To my family, I was an equal. To my soon-to-be husband? Well, that was yet to be determined. But I prayed Enzo Bianchi was ready for me because I was damn sure prepared for him.

A charismatic man could not see beyond his own brilliant reflection, never learning that true beauty lies within. His selfish behavior drew the ire of a witch with enchantment on her wicked tongue. A fiery curse was unleashed, engulfing the self-centered man's entire existence. When at last the flames extinguished, he gazed upon his reflection to discover he was no longer breathtakingly handsome, but condemned with scorched flesh and twisted scars. He was no longer a man at all, but a beast.

A boy is sired with poison in his veins. He cannot outrun the venom in his blood, so he escapes from those who put it there. Secreting away his darkest tendencies, he grows to become a friend, brother, bartender . . . Huntsman. A man who becomes exactly what he ran from, a villain of his own making. A villain who falls in love with the one woman he is told to steer clear of. Enchanted by a girl with hair as brilliant as the sun and innocence as potent as his corruption. A girl locked away in a tower and told she will never walk again.

Fanged trouble comes to the magical small town of Crimson Cove. Who's getting bitten? How did the werewolf lose his head? No, it's not a joke. Crimson Cove is awash with warring werewolves. And I'm not purring. Werewolves mean trouble. And then there's the continued invasion of non-magicals. Why are they here? How do they keep sneaking in? It's another thing that has my fluffy murder mittens twitching. When top werewolf negotiator Emron Laker loses his head, the trouble bubbles and risks boiling over as werewolves rampage and demand justice.

When a visiting angel dies in mysterious circumstances in Crimson Cove, covered in bites that look like they were made by a ghoul, my wonderful witch goes into full-on panic mode. She's convinced her ghoul mother is the killer. But I'm not so sure. Ghouls are chaotic and dangerous, but there's something bigger going on. How do simple bites kill an almost immortal creature? Who is leaving all those enormous footprints in the woods? And why do non-magicals keep getting through our protective wards?

Crimson Cove already feels like home, but sometimes it's not always sweet. When I meet a misunderstood murder suspect, I know something is wrong. How did one bad-tempered badger destroy an ancient vampire? With my wonderful witch, Zandra Crypt, by my side, I poke my adorable booping snooter into this mystery to make sure the angels don't make a mess of the investigation. No innocent furball goes down for a crime they didn't commit when I'm around.

Feisty enchanted hedgehogs with eye-watering gas, a half-dragon with an attitude, and a headless corpse aren't the best things to start the day with! But that's what we encounter in our first week working for animal control in Crimson Cove. We'd only come here to find a missing person but got more than we bargained for. As an enchanted cat, few things phase me, but even I wince when my wonderful witch, Zandra Crypt, finds a body missing its head.

Gaia Wilson: I wanted nothing to do with him. His eyes were lifeless. His demeanor cold. His actions too harsh. Ricardo Carter wasn't the kind of man you fell in love with—he was the kind you ran from. Ricardo "Rocco" Carter: I wanted everything to do with her. Her eyes were full of life. Her demeanor soft. Her actions thoughtful. Gaia Wilson was the kind of woman you fell in love with—she was the kind you ran toward.

The first time I heard her name, my cold heart warmed. The first time I saw her face, a switch inside me flipped on. The first time I heard her speak, she became my voice of reason. I wanted to know her… Learn her… Love her… She was my new obsession.

Gianna Bianchi reminded me of everything I am not—polite and poised. The perfect mafia princess according to old-school standards. She was the type of woman you stayed away from, the kind meant to wed the head of a family. I wanted her. I wanted to possess her. Control her. Most of all, I wanted to love her.

I chose to believe in fate. Akira Wright was the love of my life, but I wasn't so sure we were meant to be together in this lifetime. She'd been in her most vulnerable state when our paths first crossed. A bond I thought was strong enough to convince her she'd always been meant for me was forged, but in the end, I had to walk away, and she let me.

My family was my driving force. Everything I did was to uphold the Moretti name, to prove to my father that he could step down in peace. But I was hiding my true nature behind an easy smile and forced control. Then, I met her, and she wanted me whole, not part of me, but all of me. Galina Whitlock hadn’t been what I was searching for, but she was the redemption I never knew I needed.