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Es gibt eine Bande, mit der man sich an der Prescott High nicht anlegen sollte, es sei denn, man will, dass sie einen vernichtet. Die HAVOC-Jungen. Meine Feinde wurden zu Freunden und Liebhabern. Diese Jungen waren nie Heilige gewesen. Der Krieg, der sich zusammenbraut, sorgt aber dafür, dass ihre inneren Dämonen wieder auferstehen. Vor langer Zeit war ich ihr Opfer. Dieses Mal habe ich das Sagen.
Das letzte Jahr an der Schule ist mein Jahr.

Es gibt etwas, was man an der Prescott High nicht aussprechen sollte, es sei denn, man will, dass sie dich besitzen. H. A. V. O. C. Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar und Callum. Die HAVOC-Jungen regieren das Höllenloch, das wir Prescott High nennen. Es gab einst eine Zeit, als sie mich beherrscht haben. Ein ganzes Jahr habe ich ihren Scheiß ertragen. Das letzte Jahr an der Highschool wird aber anders laufen. Dieses Jahr gehören sie mir. Ich habe einen Pakt mit den HAVOC-Jungen geschlossen, um die Rache zu bekommen, die ich verdiene. Ihr Preis? Ich.

Das neue Mädchen brechen. Das sollte einfach sein, nicht wahr? Abschaum wie sie hat an der Burberry-Akademie nichts zu suchen. Nein, Marnye Reed wird abstürzen, und wir haben vor, ein Schauspiel daraus zu machen. Lasst uns herausfinden, wem es als Erstem gelingt, dass sie sich in ihn verliebt. Die Wette gilt. Wer spielt mit? Ich muss mich mit verdorbenen reichen Jungs auseinandersetzen.

Dieses düstere High-School-Romance-Sammelband enthält die komplette Burberry Prep Serie: Verdorbene reiche Jungs, Böse Blaublütige, Neid der Idole und In den Armen der Elite. Tauchen Sie ein in die süchtig machende, spannende Saga von Marnie und ihren Jungs, die von den Lesern als „sündhaft gut“ bezeichnet wird!

Mich für einen der reichen Jungen entscheiden. Lieber stelle ich mich den Hyänen, als diese Wahl zu treffen. Wie können meine vier Jahre an der Burberry-Akademie wirklich schon zu Ende gehen? Nein, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack und Windsor bedeuten mir im Moment alles. Meine Kraft, meine Leidenschaft, mein Herz, mein Einfühlungsvermögen, meine Freude. Die Liebe ist ein grausamer Meister, aber ich kann niemandem die Schuld dafür geben, nur mir selbst.

One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together.

Die reichen Jungs brechen. Schwierig, aber machbar. Idioten wie sie haben es nicht verdient, die Burberry-Akademie zu beherrschen. Ich werde mich an Tristan, Zayd und Creed rächen und habe vor, an ihnen ein Exempel zu statuieren. Dann gibt es da noch Zack, diesen footballspielenden Idiot der Schulauswahl. Ach ja, habe ich erwähnt, dass gerade ein Prinz an die Akademie gekommen ist? Was soll ich mit den beiden machen?

Hi, I'm Eve Wakefield, twenty-five years old, professional caterer, recently abducted by aliens alongside my best friend. I'm also completely and utterly screwed. Lost on a jungle planet. Rooming in a downed spaceship with a dragon dude. Being hunted by a moth man with demon eyes and vampire teeth. Begging for help from a tentacle-tailed fox man who also happens to be… a space cowboy?

Um. Um. Um. Are you reading this? If you are, I need your help. I was at a party; I was running; I fell. And get this - this is the part you'll never believe - I fell down a rabbit hole. Like Alice in those old books. Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere. In those books, the characters weren't all male, attractive, and interested in me.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

Shh, I have a secret. The sinfully gorgeous members of the Student Council—Church, Ranger, Spencer, Micah and Tobias—can't ever find out. I already get picked on because my father's the headmaster. I don't need them to know I’m the only girl, too; I’d rather dress like a boy. Adamson All-Boys Academy now has its only female student, but I'm not about to be their guinea pig. Not when there's a secret at this school nobody is talking about. Not when the last female student here ended up dead.

Psst, I know a secret. The same secret that the Student Council—the super-rich, super handsome elite of Adamson All-Boys Academy—knows, too. Jenica Woodruff, the only girl to ever attend the academy before I showed up, didn't commit suicide: she was murdered. Now, someone is after me, too, but no matter where I go, the killer follows. My new high school isn't safe, and turns out, neither is my old one.

Lilith Goode is dating - and in love with - five gorgeous rock stars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. But can one woman really love five different men? What if they're all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken? And what if they all need her as much as she needs them?

Hello again, I'm Eve Wakefield, and I refuse to accept that I'm in love with an intergalactic moth prince. No. I don't care how handsome he is, I don't want to marry him. I don't care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of eating entire planets. Love is earned, not swindled by pheromones. I'm now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard, a golden toilet, and relationship issues. There's the prince I'm supposed to marry, the forest beast I fell in love with, and the never-wears-clothes police officer with tentacles.

Break the rich boys. It’s tricky, but doable. Jerks like them don’t deserve to rule Burberry Prep. No, Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are going to pay, and I plan to make an example of them. Then, there’s Zack, the varsity football d*ck. Oh, and did I mention a prince just transferred to the academy? Whatever will I do with those two? Revenge is wicked sweet; I can’t wait for a taste.

There's one heart you can’t break at Prescott High, not unless you’re one of them. The Havoc Boys. They’re my family, my redemption, and my future. Victory at Prescott High has always meant escape. Once upon a time, that meant graduation and a one-way ticket out of town. But everything is different now. This year, my life changed in irrevocable ways. The Havoc Boys have a Havoc Girl; they have a queen who wears her crown with pride. I’ll need every ounce of strength I possess to dig us out of an early grave.

Whoa, there. Stop right now. You don’t want to listen to this. Trust me. You really don’t want to listen to this. So back away slowly, hands up, and I won’t have to kill you. They might, though. They might be willing to warm my bed, but I wouldn’t say I trusted them. Just a bunch of psychos, really. My three f--kboys, my three psychos.

Die Neue teilen. Das wird nicht einfach, oder? Besonders dann nicht, wenn wir versuchen, dabei unsere Vorrangstellung in der gesellschaftlichen Szene der Burberry-Akademie zu bewahren. Marnye lernt, uns zu vergeben. Das Mindeste, was wir tun können, ist, sie zu beschützen. Lasst uns sehen, wer dafür sorgt, dass sie sich in ihn als Erstes verliebt.

The secret is out. I’m officially dating the entire Student Council, but that’s not the only thing that’s outside the norm at Adamson All-Boys Academy. Nah, I think the murders are a bit more remarkable, although my dad might disagree. He’s not exactly thrilled with my fake fiancé or the other four boys who make my pulse race. With two current students dead and three attackers on my tail, it looks like I’m next. The fact that I’m a target isn’t in question, but are the people closest to me involved somehow? Everyone’s a suspect—my family, my classmates, even my new boyfriends.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.