Destiny (Nightmare Misfits Book 1)

She doesn’t have a mark.
She doesn’t have a House.
And she definitely doesn’t have time for five men who keep looking at her like she’s already changed everything.

Nova survived by staying invisible. No territory. No origin claim. No system deciding who she belongs to or what she’s allowed to become. It worked—until the Academy found her, flagged her as a threat, and locked her into a bonded cluster of five men who were never supposed to exist together.

She didn’t choose them.
She doesn’t trust them.
Her body didn’t get the memo.

One adjusts the coffee so she won’t flinch.
One fills her plate without asking.
One holds eye contact too long.
One smiles like he’s trying not to.
One calls her beautiful—and then forgets how to breathe.

They don’t ask her to be softer.
She doesn’t ask them to stop watching.

The bond isn’t supposed to feel like this. The system wasn’t built for proximity, or choice, or the way something keeps tightening beneath the Academy—inside her chest, between all of them.

Then a sixth man steps into the circle.
He was never part of the design.

And the system starts watching closer.

Destiny is a slow-burn why choose romantasy featuring
– a feral, emotionally locked-down heroine
– five protective disasters (and one very inconvenient sixth)
– forced proximity, forbidden bonds, and found family
– awkward tension, accidental touches, and heat no one’s allowed to name
– a system built to keep people apart—and the cluster that breaks it

Book One in the Nightmare Misfits series.