My lips were close to his, Inches, maybe millimetres away. One move from someone and they would connect. They would mold together like clay, or a puzzle piece clicking into place. One move. Who was going to make it? "I still hate you." I said staring down at his lips. "No you don't." He breathed out. And then it clicked. ~~~ #10 in friendgroup } 02.15.22 #7 in overthinking } 02.14.22

❝ She's like the moon, still managing to shine even when her whole world is dark . ❞ »»----　⚾　----«« [ COLLEGE BASEBALL SPORTS ROMANCE ] They had heard about one another from everyone, including the internet. She was someone who deserved the absolute world, and he was willing to drop everything and anything and give it to her. As someone who just focused on sports, he would do anything for her. She was his first strike, the first girl who won his heart.

"What the hell do you want Greyson?" I shout unlocking the door. It's raining heavily so I don't even bother hiding the irritation laced in my voice. I swing the door open about to continue my rant when I'm brought to a halt by his lips crashing down on mine. In one swift motion his arms are around my waist pulling my body flush against his, closing all distance between us. I don't even hesitate to kiss him back, all thoughts from a second ago withering away as I melt into his embrace. The kiss is electric, his lips bringing me to life ; igniting me in the best way possible. I snake my arms up to the nape of his neck grabbing his hair, kissing him hard with so much emotion. In response, he kisses me even harder moaning into my mouth before gliding his tongue hungrily against mine. It takes a while to register that I'm standing in my doorway kissing Greyson freaking Reynolds, the guy I hated from before I can remember. He pulls back breathlessly, and I open my eyes as he finally replies to the question I forgot I asked. "You."

The clash of two worlds made of ice. Ivy is thrust into the world of Shadowhunters alongside wit her friend, Clary. In one night her world turns upside down and when it seems that everything is falling apart, there is only one person keeping her strangely sane. Alec Lightwood. "I hate your guts, but strangely, you are the only person here that keeps me going on. How is that even possible?" "Believe me, I have been asking the same question myself since the day you were thrown into my world. Literally." Cover by @lorrrina ©

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

Brielle Yves is the new girl, except she's not actually new. She's been to Langston before, but only when she was a little girl hiding in the toilets at lunch because she didn't want to get bullied. Back then, she would let everything slide through her, hurting her feelings and making her feel bad about herself. But now, Brielle is back, and will not let anything slide past her. Grayson Valente, the popular boy. Who everyone sees as perfect, but really he's just boy with a broken heart trying to piece it back together- but it's easier said than done. No one knows the real Grayson, until Brielle comes along obviously. But can they fix each other? Can they find happiness within each other? The Elite Girls Series #1