They'd been best friends forever, inseparable since childhood. But what happens when the person you trust most becomes the one you can't stop thinking about? A call, a dream role, and thousands of miles between them, plus, the media -everything was about to change. Secrets whispered in silence, feelings too dangerous to name, were finally stirring. And by the time they realize it, it might already be too late.

PLAYLIST FOR STORY: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5ptupIPatKGsFIrqmHVs3P?si=aNe7vQ-7TlG611ViXWmC2A&pi=4BxasNpQQUm_g '𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 - 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘦.' 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍. 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜.

"Don't even think about it." "Oh, I've already thought about it." ☀️💐🎤 ❝𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃... Leah Jones, is Freya Skye's best friend who joins them on tour and Malachi makes it his life mission to flirt with her but she's not interested❞ (Malachi Barton x OC)

ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ˡᵃᵘʳᵃ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉʳˢ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖ ᶜʰᵃᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ...

ENGLISH VERSION! "You wouldn't shoot me." "And why is that? Because I'm a woman?" I raised an eyebrow. "Exactly, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, my finger press the trigger and the bullet flew out of the guns head. It hit him in the shoulder. In pain, he fell to the ground and trapped his injured shoulder. Blood began to soak into his beautiful suit. I walked over to him and bent down. "Don't underestimate a woman. Especially when she has a weapon and a motive. Your mother should have taught you better." I whispered in his ear.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.