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Insatiable
Meg Cabot
From the best-selling author of PRINCESS DIARIES comes this supernatural romance with real bite…Sick of hearing about vampires? So is Meena Harper.Meena Harper is familiar with the supernatural. After all, she knows how you're going to die (Not that you're going to believe her. No one ever does.)But not even Meena's precognition can prepare her for Lucien Antonescu—who she meets and then makes the mistake of falling in love with—a modern-day prince with a bit of a dark side for which an ancient society of vampire hunters would prefer to see him dead.The problem is Lucien's already dead. Maybe that's why he's the first guy Meena's ever met with whom she could imagine herself having a future. See, while Meena's always been able to see everyone else's destiny, she's never been able look into her own. Lucien seems to be everything Meena has ever dreamed of in a boyfriend, though he might turn out to be more of a nightmare.So now would be a good time for Meena to start learning to predict her own future . . . if she has one.
INSATIABLE
MEG CABOT
Table of Contents
Title Page (#uf367b35a-2331-5e37-8c5f-678f6c272078)
Chapter One (#u2c1cf3bf-5e3c-5e22-9d40-5623ced07945)
Chapter Two (#udbcd3850-c474-5e32-9cb9-dbe52c5d9615)
Chapter Three (#u2892f847-86a9-52da-ad45-166cb8480efe)
Chapter Four (#ue3735438-d150-50f3-baef-7de733009d97)
Chapter Five (#u20c8b679-570d-5874-94d2-5ca5a27155a3)
Chapter Six (#u9d5aefcb-3bd9-549a-aace-0b774b144844)
Chapter Seven (#uf1b87874-f94c-53de-82d9-230add27b5c6)
Chapter Eight (#u94d05dd6-c9a4-57b6-8553-1aae61c7dec9)
Chapter Nine (#ubc00f127-c973-5903-b0fa-b749b6c0623e)
Chapter Ten (#u56305804-cf7e-5be4-a9c7-17b075dd5b86)
Chapter Eleven (#u96f0294a-1fb2-51e1-810d-82a39d04a7a3)
Chapter Twelve (#ud7e28cf2-9aef-55df-9b7e-cd3e9b3cfb22)
Chapter Thirteen (#u6a957b4a-cfcf-57dc-b4e7-c1a8e2973d85)
Chapter Fourteen (#ud8d2c5ef-6830-5bb1-a153-66cb79579613)
Chapter Fifteen (#u5fba8869-ab4e-5643-be95-5e77fbf4e1d4)
Chapter Sixteen (#uc2fb9be0-63eb-504a-9db3-490bcb1f92c7)
Chapter Seventeen (#u887a2318-947e-546c-8f7f-c3df41d05a63)
Chapter Eighteen (#u6d89b8ad-a2db-54c6-a3bc-205871114c87)
Chapter Nineteen (#u1a673eed-c66a-5885-a2b9-85e53db0bbeb)
Chapter Twenty (#uca90d66d-d1f5-50a8-b0fb-034e8034138b)
Chapter Twenty-one (#uf9fb2cfe-8dbc-5ff3-9b54-1c5732c84c1d)
Chapter Twenty-two (#u1d94c902-a853-5870-80f2-9c2618cfc1ee)
Chapter Twenty-three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-one (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirty-nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-one (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Forty-nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-one (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifty-nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixty-one (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixty-two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixty-three (#litres_trial_promo)
Author’s Note (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
By Meg Cabot (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
9:15 A.M. EST, Tuesday, April 13
Downtown 6 platform
East Seventy-seventh Street and Lexington Avenue
New York, New York
It was a miracle.
Meena hurried onto the subway car and grabbed hold of one of the gleaming silver poles, hardly daring to believe her good fortune.
It was morning rush hour, and she was running late.
She’d expected to have to cram herself into a car packed with hundreds of other commuters who were also running late.
But here she was, still panting a little from having run all the way to the station, stepping into a car that was practically empty.
Maybe, she thought, things are going to go my way for a change.
Meena didn’t look around. She kept her gaze fastened on the ad above her head, which declared that she could have beautiful, clear skin if she called a certain Dr. Zizmor right away.
Don’t look, Meena told herself. Whatever you do, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. …
With luck, she thought, she might make it all the way to her stop at Fifty-first Street without making eye contact or having any interaction at all with another human being. …
It was the butterflies—life-size—that caught Meena’s attention at first. No city girl would wear white pumps with huge plastic insects on the toes. The romance novel (Meena assumed it was a romance, based on the helpless-looking, doe-eyed young woman on the cover) the girl was reading had Cyrillic writing on it. The giant roller suitcase parked in front of her was an additional clue that the girl was from out of town.
Though none of that—including the fact that she’d pinned her long blond braids onto the top of her head, Sound of Music style, and had paired her cheap yellow polyester dress with purple leggings—was as dead a giveaway to her new-in-town status as what the girl did next.
“Oh, I sorry,” she said, looking up at Meena with a smile that changed her whole face and made her go from merely pretty to almost beautiful. “Please, you want sit?”
The girl moved her purse, which she’d left on the seat next to her, so that Meena could sit down beside her. No New Yorker would ever have done such a thing. Not when there were a dozen other empty seats on the train.
Meena’s heart sank.
Because now she knew two things with absolute certainty:
One was that, despite the miracle of the nearly empty subway car, things definitely weren’t going to go her way that day.
The other was that the girl with the plastic butterflies on her shoes was going to be dead before the end of the week.
Chapter Two
9:30 A.M. EST, Tuesday, April 13
6 train
New York, New York
