The Diabolic

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Red Queen meets The Hunger Games in this epic novel about what happens when the galaxy's most deadly weapon masquerades as a senator's daughter and a hostage of the galactic court.
A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for.
Nemesis is a Diabolic, a humanoid teenager created to protect a galactic senator's daughter, Sidonia. The two have grown up side by side, but are in no way sisters. Nemesis is expected to give her life for Sidonia, and she would do so gladly. She would also take as many lives as necessary to keep Sidonia safe.
When the power-mad Emperor learns Sidonia's father is participating in a rebellion, he summons Sidonia to the Galactic court. She is to serve as a hostage. Now, there is only one way for Nemesis to protect Sidonia. She must become her. Nemesis travels to the court disguised as Sidonia—a killing machine masquerading…

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This shit is underrated how tf did I find this masterpiece? def one of my favs this year. Whatever tf is in your tbr, you needa abandon it and read this first.
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“I did this for you. This was all for you. The universe may deliver itself into my possession, and I’ll still feel as though I’ve lost everything without you by my side. I am madly in love with you, and I hope to all the stars you still feel something for me.”
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He’d said they dissolved. They never had. They’d been there all along.

He’d never trusted me.
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The words felt dragged out of me. “I spoke . . . wrongly on the ship.”

His thumb stroked over my lip, his eyes glowing. “So you do feel. Can it be possible you care for me the way I care for you?”

My eyes shot up to his, the memory of his lips on mine in the decompression closet searing through my mind.

“You still do?” I whispered.

“I never stopped. I will never stop.”

Fear coiled up within me, but I would not be a coward. Not this time
SOMETHING HAPPENS AND IM HEAD OVER HEELS
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