
The Dragon Thief
The dragons and royals are at war. Dragons have power and the royals want it to cement their rule in their kingdoms. Rather than creating a bond between the two, the royals have been stealing dragon eggs, hoping they will bond with the dragon once it hatches, allowing the royal to become a dragon rider. However, there is a thief among them, someone who is stealing the dragon eggs and returning them to the dragons. Someone who, when found, will be put to death.
Princess Skylar is the daughter of King Augustus. Her father has been hunting dragon eggs for years. Unbeknownst to him, Skylar is the thief that he is searching for. She does not agree with stealing dragon eggs from the mothers who make their nests away from the other dragons, making themselves vulnerable to attack. Her betrothed, Prince Kenneth, also supports stealing dragon eggs in the hope of bonding with a dragon and making his kingdom stronger.
Ryuki is a dragon rider. He bonded with his dragon, Bynjym, a year ago when he stumbled across him in the wild. The bond between dragon and rider is sacred. Ryuki and other dragon riders believe that it should never be forced. The riders fight against the royals who steal dragon eggs, working to keep them from being able to access the eggs, or fighting to get the eggs back to their dragon mothers.
What will happen when Ryuki realizes that Skylar is a royal like no other? Can Skylar keep her secret from her father, continuing to work inside the palace to take the stolen eggs back to their mothers? What will happen when Skylar realizes that her feelings for Ryuki are much stronger than her feelings for Prince Kenneth? Find out in The Dragon Thief.
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Chapter 2
In elder days when flame met air,
And dragons ruled the heavens fair,
Where once they soared on wings of grace,
Now storm and sorrow take their place.
Ryuki
"Seriously? You're hungry again?" I ask.
'I am a dragon. I'm always hungry. Just be glad I don't eat you,' Bynjym, my dragon says.
I love my dragon. Ever since I bonded with him a year ago, my life has changed for the better.
It was an accident. I stumbled across him while he was eating. Imagine that. My dragon was eating.
I smile, remembering that day. I had been running from a group of people I'd stolen food from. I was starving, not just in the 'really hungry' way, but in the 'I won't survive much longer without food' way. I can find water, but food is scarce in winter. It was just a small loaf of bread, something small enough that a normal person would eat it in one sitting, but I would have made it last for days.
I'd had my head turned, looking behind me, watching to see how close they were to catching me, when I'd run into a clearing and slammed into the huge carcass that Bynjym was eating.
I hadn't immediately understood the predicament I was in. My heart was racing and I saw the enemy as the people behind me. Then I'd felt his slick saliva drip onto my shoulder, smelled the blood of the flesh he was eating in his mouth, and felt the heat of his breath as he'd breathed in my scent.
When I looked up, I'd been equally terrified and mesmerized by the beautiful silver dragon. He lowered his head and looked deep into my eyes. I thought I'd fallen into an ocean of blue. It felt like I was drowning and being rescued at the same time. I've asked the other dragon riders about it since then, but none of them can really explain it either. It feels like you're giving up everything you are while also becoming everything you were meant to be all at once.
'Who are you?" I'd heard him ask me in his deep, baritone voice.
I didn't know at the time that when a dragon bonds with you, you can hear them, speak with them in your mind. All I knew was a huge, magnificently beautiful dragon had asked me a question.
"I'm Ryuki," I said, just as my pursuers raced up behind me.
Bynjym had growled low in his chest.
'Are they friend or foe?' he asked.
"Uh, they're chasing me because I stole some bread," I said truthfully. Technically, they weren't friend or foe, they were just angry merchants.
I learned at that moment to be very careful how you answer a dragon. With three snaps of his teeth, the merchants were gone, devoured by my dragon.
"You ATE them?" I asked, mortified and disgusted.
"I'm a dragon," he said, unperturbed as he returned to the large animal he was stripping of meat. He pulled a piece of meat and dropped it in front of me. "Eat."
I stared at the strip of raw meat that was half my size.
'Too much?' he asks, snapping it up quickly before dropping a smaller amount of meat in front of me.
I didn't want to be rude and, in truth, I was starving, but I'd never eaten raw meat before.
'Human, what is the problem? I can hear your stomach. You're obviously hungry.'
'Uh, you're right. I am hungry. I just need to find a way to cook this ..."
That was as far as I got before Bynjym sent a small burst of flame at the meat, cooking it through.
"Thank you. Do you want some bread?" I'd asked.
He'd given me a look of blatant disgust. 'No.'
So, I sat in front of this dragon, not realizing that he had bonded to me, while I ate.
"Hey, thanks for helping me and thanks for the food," I said when I was done.
'Where do you think you're going?' he's asked me.
"Well, I was going to let you go about your business," I'd said.
He'd lowered his giant head and put his eye in front of me.
'You look like someone who should know something about dragons. Do you not?' he asked, as if I'd offended him.
"I know some things."
'What do you know?' he asked.
"I know that you, as a silver dragon, are one of the strongest dragons there are. Only the golden queens are stronger than you. I know that there are bronze, green, red, and blue dragons as well," I said proudly.
He'd blinked at me as if unimpressed. Now, I'd say he was on the verge of rolling his eyes at me. My dragon has an attitude.
'I do not,' he grumbles, listening to my thoughts like he always does. At first, I found it intrusive. Now, I don't know how I'd go an hour of my day without Bynjym in my mind. His constant presence is soothing, reminding me that I'm never alone.
I hear his rumbling happiness at my thoughts as I return to my memory of that day. Bynjym had explained how dragons choose their riders and I was now bonded to him.
'Not anyone can hear a dragon, human. Only a rider.'
"What does that mean? I'm a rider? I'm YOUR rider?"
'Yes, my human. You are now a dragon rider.'
"Why? Why was I given such a gift?" I asked, awed by such a gift.
He had lowered his head again, looking at me with that eye that made me feel like I was drowning in the depths of the ocean.
'Because I have looked into your soul and I have seen the truth of who you are. You are now the rider of Bynjym, the silver dragon.' And that's how I learned my dragon's name.
'That's a good memory, but I like the memory of our first flight better,' Bynjym says, giving me his dragon's version of a laugh.
I mentioned my dragon has an attitude. He also has a very sarcastic sense of humor.
'You like it because you enjoyed terrifying me,' I huff.
I was terrified. I'd never flown before and whether he was showing off, giving me a taste of what being a dragon rider was all about, or just being Bynjym, he'd had me get on his back and we'd lifted up in the air.
I'd been sliding all over his back, trying to figure out what to hold onto and where to sit that was comfortable when he'd banked hard right. I slid right off his back, free-falling into the air and screaming in terror, my arms wind-milling as if I would suddenly sprout wings and fly.
'You needed to learn to trust me. I thought that lesson taught you very well. You've never forgotten it, have you?' he asks drolly.
No, indeed. I have not, nor will I ever forget THAT particular lesson. As much as it scared me at the moment, I did learn that Bynjym would never let me fall.
'What kind of a dragon would I be if I let me rider fall to his death?' he asks offended. 'What am I, a green?'
I grin. Even among dragons there is a hierarchy. Unlike most patriarchal societies, the dragons are ruled by their queens. Even the reds and blues, the lower ranked females, are given a status that is relatively equal to a bronze dragon.
'Without them, we no longer exist. They are our future. Why wouldn't we treat them with the respect they deserve?' he asks diplomatically.
'Not all animals think like you do, Byn.'
'Not all animals are as wise as dragons.'
Very true.
I've just gotten on Bynjym's back so he can go hunting for food, when his head snaps to west. He roars angrily as he lifts into the air.
'What is it?" I ask, feeling Bynjym's fury.
'Another egg has been stolen. Tymyr is dead.'
'Tymyr? They killed a queen?' I ask, my own fury blending with my dragon's.
'Yes. Ylys is calling the Thunder to attack.'
Ylys is another golden dragon. With Tymyr dead, Ylys is one of two remaining queens.
The other was just stolen by the royals.
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7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.

8.6
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He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?

7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."

9.0
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His delusion turned deadly when he and his manipulative best friend, Haylee, kidnapped my son, Leo.
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At the hospital, as Leo fought for his life, Elliot grabbed my arm, demanding to know who the man standing beside me was. He was convinced this was all a game to make him jealous.
That's when my real husband, billionaire Gregory Morton, stepped forward.
"Since when is this child yours, Elliot?"

8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.