6 stories
Crownless
Anastasia Altamish has spent eighteen years being the perfect daughter to a cruel king. The eldest princess was never allowed to simply be a girl. She was taught to master every skill expected of a future queen, not skills meant for a rider. So when she takes the name Anna Asquith and enters the Riders Tri-Pack everyone assumes she's a little girl playing at being a soldier. They're wrong. Years of dance have given Anna extraordinary balance. Fencing taught her how to wield a sword. Archery taught her patience and precision. And her countless hours on horseback have taught her how to stay balanced on something far more dangerous than a horse. A dragon. But Anna is clever, stubborn, and impossible to break. With pale, freckled skin, mismatched eyes, and impossibly long fiery red hair, Anna becomes impossible to ignore. But no one knows who she really is. And then there's Declan Vale: tall, powerful, and infuriatingly drawn to the girl who shouldn't exist. And the tension between them is becoming dangerous. But the kingdom is hiding something. Dragons have been disappearing for centuries, and some of the dragons remember a history the crown erased. Anna came to the Tri Pack to escape her father. She may have just discovered the secret that could bring down his entire kingdom.
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Crossing the Line
Vanessa I never believed in fate. Not after losing my mom. Not after spending years convincing myself I was better off alone. Then one reckless night, I met a stranger. Platinum hair. Tattooed hands. A smile that looked like trouble. We never exchanged names. Just a dance. A kiss. A memory I couldn't shake. I thought I'd never see him again. Until my father introduced him as the son of the woman he's about to marry. Now we're living under the same roof... And forgetting him might be the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Malakai I've spent my whole life running from attachments. People leave. People lie. So I stick to fast motorcycles, empty roads, and the silence that comes with throwing knives until my hands stop shaking. Then I met her. Tan skin. Pink-and-black hair. Tattoos that told stories she never said out loud. One night was supposed to be enough. It wasn't. Because the girl I can't stop thinking about just became my future stepsister. Every rule says I should walk away. Every instinct tells me to stay. And some collisions are too explosive to survive... but far too irresistible to avoid.
