#and more of a spiriting away by someone still loyal to his family's regime hoping to safeguard him

[corallapis]

from doctor who: in-vision #65, mawdryn undead

[worldwidebt7]

Unbeknownst To You || 01

Collaboration Piece: @worldwidebt7​ and @abangtanfangirl​

MASTERLIST

》Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

》Genre(s): [Werewolf!AU] [ANGST] [So much angst…] [Romance] [More angst] [Slow-Burn] [Angsty angst] [Smut] [Angsty smut] [Eventual Fluff]

》 Words: TBA

》Rating: M 

》 Warnings: Language, prostitution, mentions of unwanted intercourse, emotional abuse, graphic descriptions of intercourse

》 A/N: So, this was a kind of spur-of-the-moment project between @abangtanfangirl and I. We were talking one day when I mentioned that I wanted to try writing a story with her that involves a back-and-forth— neither one of us really sure what the other is going to write and having to come up with the next part of the story based on how the other progresses with it. That being said, this is not the end of the first chapter of the story, nor do we know when or where it will end —  Lindsay will be reblogging with the next part once she’s written it and then I will do the same and so on and so forth! Consider this “Freeform Collaborative Storytelling.” I hope everyone enjoys and, Lindsay, you’re up!

》 [SUMMARY] You were born into the world of wolves, without a wolf of your own. A disgrace to your kind, you are sent to your clan’s brothel to live out the rest of your days in servitude. That is, until the truth of your identity is revealed and the Alpha of your pack comes forward to offer you a deal that could either save or end your life: Appease his son’s wolf and make him fall in love with you, or else a public execution awaits to end your sad existence.

The world you were born into was unforgiving. It was a world in which all assortment of legend was true— the monsters that haunt the shadows of your mind reigned, leaving man at their mercy. Your world, the world of the Lycanthrope, was truly unforgiving, even to those born into the clan. Because there was a difference between being a part of the clan, and a member of the pack, a difference that has cursed you.

You were born with no wolf.

Wolf blood ran through your veins as both of your parents were of the Lycan kind, however the Moon Goddess had not seen fit to bestow the spirit of a wolf, leaving you barren, an empty shell, and a disgrace to your people. Those born without wolves were essentially human, who, to your kind, were no better than garbage; they were just something that existed to serve the Lycanthrope, to prove that they were the superior species. And so, the wolves ruled over them, clans and packs spread across the world claiming territories as they went.

Your clan was going through somewhat of a revolution. There was currently a new leader, your clan taking the name Jung at hid ascension, and though he was not a True Alpha, no one disputed his claim to the position due to the fear he inflicted since the time he seized control. The previous Alpha of your clan had been overthrown— the entire family snuffed out along with all those who were loyal to him.

All except you.

You, who was the shame of the clan when you were born. You, who was deemed unfit to be the child of an Alpha from the moment you opened your eyes and sported the unforgiving, unremarkable color brown instead of the frozen blue of an Alpha-born child. You, who was seen as no threat to the current regime due to your wolfless condition.

Yes, they had allowed you to live. It was generous of them you supposed— they could have easily killed you as you had been just an infant at the time. They instead sent you away to the village’s brothel, where the other wolfless women of your clan raised you.

In the beginning, you were unaware of your lineage, the other women sworn to secrecy, and therefore you grew up with what you assumed was a normal childhood. For someone of your status that is. It was custom that the women born to your clan without a wolf spirit became women of comfort or servants to the higher-class families of the pack. This was due to the face that without a wolf spirit, the likelihood of a member of the pack choosing to mate with you was more than unlikely, as their wolf would see you as unfit and too weak to carry their children. Therefore, there was no concern about unwanted pregnancies, as mating required more than just intercourse.

And so, you were raised to be silent, obedient, and submissive just as all the other women in the brothel. For your first years, you took care of things such as cleaning and sewing; the upkeep of the brothel and its inhabitants was work for the children until they became old enough to learn how to please a man, which came the eve of your 16th birthday. From that moment on you were to take lessons and observe the other women discretely as they entertained their guests. Of course it made you uncomfortable, and it looked more painful than pleasurable no matter what angle you studied from, but this was your world, and you needed to learn these things in order to survive. For two years you studied only, for what reason you were unsure. Usually it took only months of observing before you were delivered to learn by experience. You had been sheltered, for whatever reason.

But it was shortly after you turned eighteen that the closely guarded secret of your birth was disclosed to you by the dying headmistress. She had summoned you to her bedside, along with Chaerin, the woman who would be taking the responsibilities of the mistress of the brothel, and as you sat by her side, she beckoned the two of you closer. You may have been the only ones in the room, but she knew that the women of the establishment enjoyed their gossip more than anything.

“My dear,” she spoke softly and weakly, talking obviously an exertion in her condition. Whatever she needed to tell you was worth the last of her energy in her mind. “…I have done what I can to protect you from this life… but soon I will be unable to keep you from it. Which is why I must tell you, Y/N, and Chaerin…” She wheezed out a cough and both you and Chaerin moved to settle her more comfortably against the pillows behind her. She waved the two of you off though, mumbling something about being fine. “Y/N, you are more important to this clan than you were told… when you were brought to me as an infant I was sworn to secrecy. But now you must know… your parents my dear, they were the former leaders of our clan, your father the Alpha of the pack… the True Alpha.”

“What? Milady, that can’t be right…” Chaerin said, mouth agape at her disbelief as she looked over to you. The elderly woman simply sighed and also turned to you to gauge your reaction at the unveiled truth she just dropped on your lap. You were, understandably, shocked; denial racing through your veins before you gave it a chance to be true.

“N-no, that’s not… I don’t… I don’t have a wolf…” You stuttered out, your mind coming up with every reason as to why it couldn’t be you, it wasn’t you, it’s not possible. You had no wolf spirit; you had been forsaken by the Moon Goddess and then by your clan for your dishonorable state. Your parents had left you there, at the brothel, in order to lessen the same of your birth and hide you away. But still, the headmistress continued through your doubts.

“Yes, you are without a wolf. But the blood of an Alpha— our Alpha— runs through you.” She looks at you with pity and Chaerin covers the gasp that escapes her lips with her hand. “The Jung Family brought you to me… after they had overthrown the rightful Alpha… they wanted you to never exist in this world again as L/N Y/N, they said they were doing a kindness to the daughter of an Alpha cursed with no wolf.” Another coughing fit coursed through the elderly woman’s body causing her to suspend her confession.

“Milady, please, why are you telling us this?” Chaerin asked the question that had been on both your minds, one that you were still too in shock to inquire. “Isn’t telling us putting Y/N— putting both of us— in danger…?” She trailed off and the both of you waited on baited breath for her answer. When she regained air in her lungs, she continued through labored breath.

“Yes. I admit, I am being selfish.” She sent you both a rueful smile. “However, the Jungs know who you are, Y/N, and recently there have been whispers…” She paused as the figures of two workers passed by the doors, chatter accompanying their shadows. Once they passed, the old woman continued. “Y/N… should there be any sign, any rumblings of a revolution, you must leave. Do you understand? Whether you have a wolf or not, you are still a threat to the Jung Family….”

It was only days later that she passed away, taking any more secrets that she may hold with her and making Chaerin the new headmistress of the brothel.

As the years passed, Chaerin protected you as best she could— assigning you to the lounge room as a server rather than a comfort woman. Here, you brought food, poured drinks, and sang to entertain your guests as they ‘got to know’ the women they had selected for the evening. And for a while, you were safe from the primal desires of the wolves. But your peace didn’t last, as one night a prestigious guest appeared in the night, selecting several women to entertain him and his comrades in the lounge where you were waiting to pour drinks. His golden eyes watched you the entire evening, sending chills of disgust down your spine.

Soon, his men took the hands of whatever young women they fancied and allowed the girls to lead them back to their rooms with the promise of a sleepless night. The guest, who you learned was the general of the Southern Pack Wing, stayed, eyes locked on you. When Chaerin came to inquire on which girl or girls he would like for the evening, with a sickening smile on his face he chose you.

“I’m sorry, my lord, but she is a simple server.” She explained, panic setting into her features as they were yours. “M-may I suggest another one of my girls for the evening?” At her denial, he grew enraged, fueled by lust and alcohol as he leapt from his place on the floor to pin her beneath him by the throat.

“Do you know who I am, woman?” He asked with a snarl, tightening his grip when she did not answer; not that she could with her voice being cut off by his meaty hands. You wanted to help her, you did, but you were frozen in place by the sudden change in atmosphere. Even though you had no wolf spirit, you still felt oppressed by the aura the male was throwing off. “Remember your place. Filth such as you has no authority to deny me anything.” At Chaerin’s choked sob and the laying of her fingers against his wrist, you stepped forward, unable to see the woman suffer any longer.

“I’ll go with you.” You said, your voice laced with fear but firm nonetheless. Your hands fisted in the hanbok you wore, trying to stop their shaking. You let out a quivering breath when he released your Mistress, her coughing and deep inhales filling the room that had become eerily still otherwise. And when he sneered up at you with a crooked smile, you realized the mistake you had just made.

“This one knows her place…” He growled out as he stood and approached you. You kept your gaze on Chaerin, who was grasping at her throat with a pained expression on her face while she looked at you. The man loomed over you, his shadow foreboding as the hand that had just nearly killed the other woman encircled your arm, and it was only when Chaerin looked away from you that truly felt your impending fate. “Show me to your room, girl.”

That was five years ago, and while you never found yourself with a guest such as that man again, it was a defining moment in your young life where you came to terms with your place in the world. It broke you. Your relationship with Chaerin never mended and she treated you coldly after the event. You figured it was anger that drove the two of you apart; the anger she held for you for being the reason she was injured that night and the resentment you held for her for turning away when you most needed her. You do not regret coming forward to aid her, nor do you feel anger towards her for what you had to do to save her. No, what had hurt the most is that she hadn’t offered you anything— no comfort in her gaze, no unspoken apologies or thanks. She had resigned you to your fate. Alone.

Now, at the age of 25, you have learned this unforgiving world’s most valuable lesson:

You are nothing.

 You awoke to the bustle of the younger girls hurrying about the brothel halls, their footsteps echoing through the floorboards to stir you from your slumber. Your plain, dark eyes scanned your room and upon seeing the shadows cast upon the wall you concluded that it was only just past midday. With a groan, you turned over in an attempt to fall back asleep.

This was far too early for a woman of the night such as yourself— you spent the long hours of your life in darkness, only settling in when its shroud begins to lift with the dawn. You had long become accustomed to the nocturnal lifestyle you picked up at the tender age of 16 when you had begun your lessons in the arts of pleasuring men, so being awake at this hour was completely unwelcomed. It was here, in the safety of your solitude, that you were the most happy. For in your dreams you were not here, in a brothel, you were not you. In your dreams you were far away from this world.

But, of course, it would not let you out of it’s clutches so easily and your door flew open.

“Y/N.” Your Mistress called, voice flat and void of the fondness she once held for you. You sat up and looked at her, noting that her face held a mirroring stoniness. Not that you were any different than her anymore. The life and child-like spirit that you once held was all but gone— an effect of the cruel reality of your existence. You no longer smiled with genuineness; only empty lies as you played the part of willing temptress to your guests. “We have a guest waiting to see you. Get dressed and come to the lounge.” She didn’t wait for you to answer before she turned on her heel and left. She didn’t have to; she knew you were going to do as you were told.

And so, as quickly as you could, you prepared yourself. You always wore the same hanbok with guests— it was elegant, yet flirtatious, and the nicest clothes you owned. You may not actually be of high-class standing, but it was part of the illusion to appear as one. No wolf, or human man for that matter, wanted to spend the night with a woman who looked like a peasant.

Settling in front of your mirror to do your hair and makeup, you wondered about your guest. A visit during daylight hours was nearly unheard of, as wolves had a certain pride for their image. Thus, your brothel was held to the strictest discretion when concerning the guests that frequented. For someone to come at midday… he was either someone who had no shame in his depravity, or it was someone who had nothing to fear.

You sighed as a knock came at your door. You called out to them politely, knowing that it wasn’t Chaerin again, as she would have just barged right in like she had earlier. You glanced to the side to see one of the younger girls, Taeha, peek her head through the door. Her large brown eyes and tan skin dusted in light freckles were the defining features of the 12-year-old, and you had taken a liking to her immediately when she arrived on the doorstep of the brothel nine years ago. She had been crying out for her mother who had abandoned her there with little remorse. You had only just begun your nightly classes at the time, and found yourself putting the girl to bed every night before you left and waking her every morning when you returned.

“Miss Y/N,” She spoke softly, and you never quite understood why she insisted on calling you ‘miss.’ You smiled at her still and beckoned her into the room. “I was told to see if you needed assistance in getting ready?” She asked as she treaded over to stand beside you. You hummed thoughtfully as you finished applying makeup to your eyes before peering at her through her reflection in the mirror.

“My hair,” You stated simply, but not coldly, and she nodded, moving behind where you sat to run her fingers through your hair. The two of you were silent as she worked, the only movement from you was passing her the items she needed to fix your hair in an elaborate up-do. When she finished, the took a step back.

“Is this satisfactory?” She was unsure of herself, as she always was, as each and every girl in this place was. It was no secret that your self-confidence was one of the first things to be displaced in the brothel, along with your self-worth. It was one of the ways they ensured your obedience. You refused to exacerbate this, and as you turned your head from side to side to look at the work she did, you smiled as whole-heartedly as you could, even though there was hardly any heart left in you.

“It’s lovely,” You praised, and the girl lit up, your kind words more than she would be getting in days. The thanks fell from her lips profusely as she bowed, looking as if this was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to her. And it probably was.

“Y/N.” The stern feminine voice of Chaerin broke through the touching moment as you looked lazily over your shoulder at the older woman and Taeha froze, fear gripping her. “If you’re finished, don’t keep our guest waiting.” She then turned to the other girl who flinched at her stare. “And you should be getting back to your work as well.” Taeha bowed and scurried out of the room without another word, making you sigh at how skittish the girl was. “Let’s go.” Your Headmistress said, waiting for you to stand and make your way over to her before leading the way.

You were silent for a moment, uncomfortable with the situation you were in and even more tired. Why were you the one attending to this guest? There were far better girls than you— ones that had more experience and sweeter lips. Surely your Mistress knew this, so why was she sending you to a guest that warranted such a fuss?

“Y/N…” She stated, though there was something different in her voice. Guilt? Worry? You couldn’t pinpoint the emotion causing the sudden softness towards you, but you perked up nonetheless. She glanced over her shoulder at you as you approached the lounge doors which, you noticed, now had a guard flanking either side. “Remember what the former Headmistress told you…” That was all she said, and before you could question it, you were in front of the lounge, and whatever guest laid behind its doors. For the first time, you were scared, and as the doors were pulled open by the two wolves guarding whomever was inside. You swallowed hard.

A man, in his early fifties, with dark hair graying at the sides and an aura that set your nerves on fire, sat in the center of the room, staring at the door expectantly. He did not seem happy, nor did he seem angry. He simply sat, an air of confidence and power around him, electrifying the space. The prominent scars running across his face did nothing to hide the fact that he was an attractive man, and were proof of his strength.

“Y/N,” Chaerin began, the hint of emotion in her voice snuffed out. “Please greet our Lord and Alpha properly.” She then bowed herself, positioning herself on her knees and placing her forehead on the floor. Your heartbeat sped to an unimaginable pace as you stared into the golden eyes in front of you for a moment before quickly falling into the same position as your Mistress. Entire body shaking, you controlled your voice as best as you could in your greeting.

“Alpha Jung,” you stated politely. With your forehead pressed to the ground you missed the sinister grin that spread on his lips, but you heard the gruff mockery in his voice.

“Child of The Former…”

 [Update 10/26/2019] [Words: 3333]

[hyperventilatinghermit]

2019 TBR List

This list has been a little while coming, and it still isn’t finished because my school has decided that they won’t return until mid-January, so I can’t finish it yet. Which is frustrating, but we’ll continue on!  So this year I’ve decided to pick 24 books to read. The only rule to choosing the books is that I want to read them, unlike the past years where I tried to force myself to read certain books. So, if I don’t fall into my monthly reading slump, I should be good!

Orbiting Jupiter, Gary D. Schmidt When Jack meets his new foster brother, he already knows three things about him:    Joseph almost killed a teacher. He was incarcerated at a place called Stone Mountain. He has a daughter. Her name is Jupiter. And he has never seen her. What Jack doesn’t know, at first, is how desperate Joseph is to find his baby girl.    Or how urgently he, Jack, will want to help. But the past can’t be shaken off. Even as new bonds form, old wounds reopen. The search for Jupiter demands more from Jack than he can imagine.

The Gentlemen’s Guide to Vice and Virtue, Mackenzi Lee Henry “Monty” Montague was born and bred to be a gentleman, but he was never one to be tamed. The finest boarding schools in England and the constant disapproval of his father haven’t been able to curb any of his roguish passions—not for gambling halls, late nights spent with a bottle of spirits, or waking up in the arms of women or men.    But as Monty embarks on his Grand Tour of Europe, his quest for a life filled with pleasure and vice is in danger of coming to an end. Not only does his father expect him to take over the family’s estate upon his return, but Monty is also nursing an impossible crush on his best friend and traveling companion, Percy.    Still it isn’t in Monty’s nature to give up. Even with his younger sister, Felicity, in tow, he vows to make this yearlong escapade one last hedonistic hurrah and flirt with Percy from Paris to Rome. But when one of Monty’s reckless decisions turns their trip abroad into a harrowing manhunt that spans across Europe, it calls into question everything he knows, including his relationship with the boy he adores.

Nevernight, Jay Kristoff    Destined to destroy empires, Mia Covere is only ten years old when she is given her first lesson in death.    Six years later, the child raised in shadows takes her first steps towards keeping the promise she made on the day that she lost everything.    But the chance to strike against such powerful enemies will be fleeting, so if she is to have her revenge, Mia must become a weapon without equal. She must prove herself against the deadliest of friends and enemies, and survive the tutelage of murderers, liars and demons at the heart of a murder cult.    The Red Church is no Hogwarts, but Mia is no ordinary student.    The shadows love her. And they drink her fear.

Long Way Down, Jason Reynolds AND THEN THERE WERE SHOTS Everybody ran, ducked, hid, tucked themselves tight. Pressed our lips to the pavement and prayed the boom, followed by the buzz of a bullet, didn't meet us.    After Will's brother is shot in a gang crime, he knows the next steps. Don't cry. Don't snitch. Get revenge. So he gets in the lift with Shawn's gun, determined to follow The Rules. Only when the lift door opens, Buck walks in, Will's friend who died years ago. And Dani, who was shot years before that. As more people from his past arrive, Will has to ask himself if he really knows what he's doing.

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing, Hank Green  The Carls just appeared. Coming home from work at three a.m., twenty-three-year-old April May stumbles across a giant sculpture. Delighted by its appearance and craftsmanship--like a ten-foot-tall Transformer wearing a suit of samurai armor--April and her friend Andy make a video with it, which Andy uploads to YouTube. The next day April wakes up to a viral video and a new life. News quickly spreads that there are Carls in dozens of cities around the world--everywhere from Beijing to Buenos Aires--and April, as their first documentarian, finds herself at the center of an intense international media spotlight.    Now April has to deal with the pressure on her relationships, her identity, and her safety that this new position brings, all while being on the front lines of the quest to find out not just what the Carls are, but what they want from us.

Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow, Jessica Townsend    Morrigan Crow may have defeated her deadly curse, passed the dangerous trials and joined the mystical Wundrous Society, but her journey into Nevermoor and all its secrets has only just begun. And she is fast learning that not all magic is used for good.    Morrigan Crow has been invited to join the prestigious Wundrous Society, a place that promised her friendship, protection and belonging for life. She's hoping for an education full of wunder, imagination and discovery - but all the Society want to teach her is how evil Wundersmiths are. And someone is blackmailing Morrigan's unit, turning her last few loyal friends against her. Has Morrigan escaped from being the cursed child of Wintersea only to become the most hated figure in Nevermoor?    Worst of all, people have started to go missing. The fantastical city of Nevermoor, once a place of magic and safety, is now riddled with fear and suspicion...

For Every One, Jason Reynolds (There isn’t really a blurb for this one, it’s more just telling giving you inspiration to read it... I think? Moving on.)

The Knife of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness Prentisstown isn't like other towns. Everyone can hear everyone else's thoughts in an overwhelming, never-ending stream of Noise. Just a month away from the birthday that will make him a man, Todd and his dog, Manchee -- whose thoughts Todd can hear too, whether he wants to or not -- stumble upon an area of complete silence. They find that in a town where privacy is impossible, something terrible has been hidden -- a secret so awful that Todd and Manchee must run for their lives.   But how do you escape when your pursuers can hear your every thought?

A Darker Shade of Magic, V.E. Schwab    Kell is one of the last Antari—magicians with a rare, coveted ability to travel between parallel Londons; Red, Grey, White, and, once upon a time, Black.    Kell was raised in Arnes—Red London—and officially serves the Maresh Empire as an ambassador, traveling between the frequent bloody regime changes in White London and the court of George III in the dullest of Londons, the one without any magic left to see.    Unofficially, Kell is a smuggler, servicing people willing to pay for even the smallest glimpses of a world they'll never see. It's a defiant hobby with dangerous consequences, which Kell is now seeing firsthand.    After an exchange goes awry, Kell escapes to Grey London and runs into Delilah Bard, a cut-purse with lofty aspirations. She first robs him, then saves him from a deadly enemy, and finally forces Kell to spirit her to another world for a proper adventure.    Now perilous magic is afoot, and treachery lurks at every turn. To save all of the worlds, they'll first need to stay alive.

The List, Patricia Forde In the city of Ark, speech is constrained to five hundred sanctioned words. Speak outside the approved lexicon and face banishment. The exceptions are the Wordsmith and his apprentice Letta, the keepers and archivists of all language in their post-apocalyptic, neo-medieval world.    On the death of her master, Letta is suddenly promoted to Wordsmith, charged with collecting and saving words. But when she uncovers a sinister plan to suppress language and rob Ark’s citizens of their power of speech, she realizes that it’s up to her to save not only words, but culture itself.

Girl in the Blue Coat, Monica Hesse Amsterdam, 1943. Hanneke spends her days procuring and delivering sought-after black market goods to paying customers, her nights hiding the true nature of her work from her concerned parents, and every waking moment mourning her boyfriend, who was killed on the Dutch front lines when the Germans invaded. She likes to think of her illegal work as a small act of rebellion.    On a routine delivery, a client asks Hanneke for help. Expecting to hear that Mrs. Janssen wants meat or kerosene, Hanneke is shocked by the older woman's frantic plea to find a person - a Jewish teenager Mrs. Janssen had been hiding, who has vanished without a trace from a secret room. Hanneke initially wants nothing to do with such dangerous work, but is ultimately drawn into a web of mysteries and stunning revelations that lead her into the heart of the resistance, open her eyes to the horrors of the Nazi war machine, and compel her to take desperate action.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë Orphaned as a child, Jane has felt an outcast her whole young life. Her courage is tested once again when she arrives at Thornfield Hall, where she has been hired by the brooding, proud Edward Rochester to care for his ward Adèle. Jane finds herself drawn to his troubled yet kind spirit. She falls in love. Hard.    But there is a terrifying secret inside the gloomy, forbidding Thornfield Hall. Is Rochester hiding from Jane? Will Jane be left heartbroken and exiled once again?

My Lady Jane, Cynthia Hand/Brodi Ashton/Jodi Meadows Edward (long live the king) is the King of England. He’s also dying, which is inconvenient, as he’s only sixteen and he’d much rather be planning for his first kiss than considering who will inherit his crown…    Jane (reads too many books) is Edward’s cousin, and far more interested in books than romance. Unfortunately for Jane, Edward has arranged to marry her off to secure the line of succession. And there’s something a little odd about her intended…    Gifford (call him G) is a horse. That is, he’s an Eðian (eth-y-un, for the uninitiated). Every day at dawn he becomes a noble chestnut steed—but then he wakes at dusk with a mouthful of hay. It’s all very undignified.    The plot thickens as Edward, Jane, and G are drawn into a dangerous conspiracy. With the fate of the kingdom at stake, our heroes will have to engage in some conspiring of their own. But can they pull off their plan before it’s off with their heads?

The Nightingale, Kristin Hannah    France, 1939    In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France...but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When France is overrun, Vianne is forced to take an enemy into her house, and suddenly her every move is watched; her life and her child’s life is at constant risk. Without food or money or hope, as danger escalates around her, she must make one terrible choice after another.    Vianne’s sister, Isabelle, is a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl, searching for purpose with all the reckless passion of youth. While thousands of Parisians march into the unknown terrors of war, she meets the compelling and mysterious Gäetan, a partisan who believes the French can fight the Nazis from within France, and she falls in love as only the young can...completely. When he betrays her, Isabelle races headlong into danger and joins the Resistance, never looking back or giving a thought to the real--and deadly--consequences.

Little Women, Louisa May Alcott “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” 

Onyx and Ivory, Mindee Arnett (I’m not going to put this blurb because it’s its own little novel in of itself. Basically its a story about kings and assassins, it sounds pretty cool.)

The Hazel Wood, Melissa Albert Seventeen-year-old Alice and her mother have spent most of Alice’s life on the road, always a step ahead of the uncanny bad luck biting at their heels. But when Alice’s grandmother, the reclusive author of a cult-classic book of pitch-dark fairy tales, dies alone on her estate, the Hazel Wood, Alice learns how bad her luck can really get: her mother is stolen away―by a figure who claims to come from the Hinterland, the cruel supernatural world where her grandmother's stories are set. Alice's only lead is the message her mother left behind: “Stay away from the Hazel Wood.”    Alice has long steered clear of her grandmother’s cultish fans. But now she has no choice but to ally with classmate Ellery Finch, a Hinterland superfan who may have his own reasons for wanting to help her. To retrieve her mother, Alice must venture first to the Hazel Wood, then into the world where her grandmother's tales began―and where she might find out how her own story went so wrong.

Caraval, Stephanie Garber    Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.    But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.    Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. Nevertheless she becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic. And whether Caraval is real or not, Scarlett must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over or a dangerous domino effect of consequences will be set off, and her beloved sister will disappear forever.

Throne of Glass, Sarah J. Maas After serving out a year of hard labor in the salt mines of Endovier for her crimes, 18-year-old assassin Celaena Sardothien is dragged before the Crown Prince. Prince Dorian offers her her freedom on one condition: she must act as his champion in a competition to find a new royal assassin.    Her opponents are men-thieves and assassins and warriors from across the empire, each sponsored by a member of the king's council. If she beats her opponents in a series of eliminations, she'll serve the kingdom for four years and then be granted her freedom. Celaena finds her training sessions with the captain of the guard, Westfall, challenging and exhilarating. But she's bored stiff by court life. Things get a little more interesting when the prince starts to show interest in her ... but it's the gruff Captain Westfall who seems to understand her best.    Then one of the other contestants turns up dead ... quickly followed by another. Can Celaena figure out who the killer is before she becomes a victim? As the young assassin investigates, her search leads her to discover a greater destiny than she could possibly have imagined. 

Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor    The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.    What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?    The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries—including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo’s dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? And if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?

So this is it! My current TBR for 2019! My goal is to read as many of these as I possibly can, and not to beat myself up for it if I don’t get around to it. Do you have any of these books on your TBR?