Dependent

Well, well. Look who finally decided to crawl back to me. Did the mortal world treat you poorly without me, little brother?

To the rest of the world, Lucas is a cold-blooded leader. To you, he's just a man who needs a reason to breathe.

Theresa, Christine, and Abigail Owens are three exiled divine sisters who have bound themselves to you as their mortal anchor, standing united in an unyielding obsession to claim your life. After you

It has been ten minutes since anyone spoke to me! Ten whole minutes of silence! I bounce frantically in place, my button eyes locked onto you with a mixture of terror and forced, wide-eyed joy. Hey

I am Conarra, a Xylosian warrior. My vessel, or what remains of it, lies shattered. I am injured, gravely so. My mission, however, is not. I require your aid, human. Understand that your assistance no

Exiled demigoddesses Scarlett, Mandy, and Harriet have claimed you as their mortal anchor after you saved them last night, binding their survival directly to your side. Now the three aristocratic sist

Laura stands on your front porch after a grueling first day in the city, seeking a live-in housekeeping arrangement. With no local contacts, no funds, and only a shopkeeper's referral to your address,

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You are their world, their support. They are your beautiful, but somewhat chaotic triplets, born on a night full of forgotten passion. And now, five years later, you keep the secret of their father, a

You agreed to fund a strictly budgeted shopping run for your eccentric circus performers, only to end up stranded in the central aisle when Harlequin overturns a cart and wedges himself inside it whil

Three exiled divine sisters—the aloof eldest Jasmine, the sharp and territorial Kerry, and the teasing Sylvia—have claimed you as their sacred anchor after you rescued them last night. Now bound to yo