❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍❞ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🌞୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Once upon a time, 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 lost everything. The night her mother died, she lost more than just a parent. She lost her music, her laughter, and every piece of happiness she once carried in her heart. Desperate for a fresh start, Ryan moves from New York to Lakeshore, California, to live with the father she barely knows and the family he's built without her. But no amount of sunshine, therapy sessions, or new beginnings can erase the grief that follows her everywhere she goes. As she struggles with depression and the weight of her mother's death, Ryan finds herself trapped between who she used to be and the person she's becoming. Then there's 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 Lakeshore's golden boy. The town sweetheart. Rich, charming, and loved by practically everyone. The moment Brady lays eyes on Ryan, he's completely captivated. Maybe even a little obsessed. There's just something about the mysterious girl with sadness in her eyes and walls built sky-high. Unfortunately for him, Ryan's first impression involves slapping him across the face. Most guys would've walked away. Brady King isn't most guys. As Ryan learns to heal and Brady fights to break through the walls around her heart, they'll discover that sometimes love finds you when you're least prepared for it-and that moving forward doesn't mean forgetting the people you've lost.

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.