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This story is not one of rainbows and happily ever after's, so if you're looking for that, stop reading. My story is fucked and deluded, just like the person telling it. You see, I'm a trafficker. I traffic gorgeous young men for my clients. The lonely old women whose husbands are more than likely off cheating on them. You're not going to like me; I'm not going to lie. I'm a bitch, a manipulator, the type of girl your mother warned you about. *This book can be read as a standalone*
Death slays me, and I let him... Kingdoms are broken.The world has shifted.We are not the same as we once were.The queen is no longer the queen, but I am expected to take her place. The tricky part is I'm not sure I want that responsibility. My heart screams for Death while he stays as far away as possible, believing in the prophecy, whereas I believe in us.But sometimes, that simply isn't enough.The real question now is... what do I do? Cruel Queen is the second installment in the Crystal Castle series.
A wound to the heart, a hole so deep. Can it be fixed? Or simply replaced? People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies. Do they not know who I am? What I'm capable of? Sometimes I wonder if they do. Because when I unravel their lies, they will be delivered to the hell I once visited. And it won't be pleasant.
ZekeOne rule, only one rule women need to follow when they're with me.Don't ask for more.This rule is in place for a reason, you won't get more of what's not there to give.BexleyHe is striking, and he's all man. He is also the devil, or so I believe him to be. I gave him my heart, not realizing I was doing so. He likes to break me down, so I'm a shell of the person I once was. He's chipping away at me, bit by bit. Though I'm not as weak as he thinks, and when I can't handle it anymore, I will come back swinging.
I am loyal, but I will betray you. I am strong, but I have scars. I am an angel, but the devil. I met her when I was sixteen, she was a breath of fresh air. She swooped in, making me smile. But then she left, taking my next breath with her. Her smile could light up a room, making my black heart pitter patter. I found her again ten years later, with a syringe in her arm. Blood coming from her legs. She was broken and I was glad she was broken. She wouldn't think less of me and my damaged ways.
SailorMy husband sold me.Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal.What lies he tells.Only fools believe him.Unfortunately, one of those fools was...me.KeirI'm not in the habit of buying women.I didn't need to.I was a king of my realm, the devil you whispered about in your sleep.So, when his debt fell due, he sold me his wife.And I was happy because I wanted to play with her like any fool would.And play with her, I did.Pity, in the end, I would have to kill her.
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