[18+✔️] (Completed) When Kaitlyn finds her four year relationship ending the day she finds out about her parents separating, she's lost in her own rage. So tired of being the perfect princess of her grade, and to make her ex jealous, Kaitlyn strikes a deal with the devil himself, Xavier Altson. Her mortal enemy. Correction, her really hot mortal enemy. School's hockey captain, her childhood best friend, who she now hated with a vengeance. Don't worry, he did the same. But the deal... Xavier couldn't refuse for his own reasons. Would he let the past get between himself and Kaitlyn, or would he be willing to see where this all went? . . . . . . . . . . . . Warnings and Tropes‼️ - Best friends to Enemies to lovers - Groveling - Fake dating - New adult (Graphic language) - High school, hockey romance - Grumpy x grumpy - Good girl / Bad boy - Jealousy trope - Snapping trope (And more ;) This book talks about Nyctophobia (fear of the dark), death, abandonment issues, betrayal and divorce, cheating and sexual assault.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

"You just have no idea." His voice was thick with restraint. "W-what," I breathed. His gaze flicked to my lips as his thumb stroked again. The calloused pad against my soft flesh sent goosebumps down my arms. His once warm eyes were dark as they lifted and bared into my soul. "What you do to... men." His husky whisper weakened my knees. I almost fell but his other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What you do to me," he added on a breath. The hand on my jaw shifted. His fingers left trails of tingles as he slipped them back slowly, under my earlobe and into my curls. *************************************************** As a young girl, Charlotte Avery's favourite pass time was daydreaming about her Prince Charming: Archer Johnson. She never stopped to consider that Archer was her brother's best friend.. Or that he always appeared severely creeped out by her attention. On her 16th birthday, Charlotte received a harsh reality check. Realizing just how embarrassing she had been acting, she swore to never make a fool of herself in front of Archer again. The problem? She is about to head to college and unfortunately it's the same school where Archer is currently the star quarterback. Follow Charlotte during her first year at USC as she juggles new experiences, social anxiety, family drama back home, and avoiding Archer. These are the unintended consequences of an embarrassing childhood crush. *************************************************** Top Ranks: #1 - Hot #1 - Collegeromance #1 - Brothersbestfriend #1 - Football #1 - Brooding #1 - Slowburn #1 - Quarterback #1 - Athlete #2 - Newadult #2 - Player #5 - Badboy #73 - Romance ***************************************************

Isabelle Hart never fit in, being bullied daily at school and working nonstop to pay off your mothers drug debt wasn't the best thing a 17 year old wanted to do in their last year of high school. What happens when Isabelle is assigned to work as a maid in a billionaire families home, who just so happens to be in the Italian mafia? With the attention of two handsome brothers on her Isabelle's life is turned upside down. * BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIAS PRINCESS* • THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE! 💗

Ace and Tequila, bound by a threat. Kept By love. •Sincerely, From Your Author, Cr4vinz Read book 1 Peach Kisses, if you want to get a better understanding. If not, still enjoy reading.

Meet Ashlynn Carter; sixteen years old, quiet, bullied at school. Meet Hope Carter; sixteen years old, extremely loud and...dead. Eleven years ago, Hope died in a tragic accident, leaving her twin an only child. Now, over a decade later, Hope's back...but not in the way you'd expect. A traumatic and brutal incident leaves Ashlynn herself close to death. Who saves her from a terrible fate? Her dead twin sister, talking to her in her head. Now, as Ashlynn tries to recover from an incident most would not survive, for the first time in her life she has a friend. Only this is a friend with a difference. Hope never leaves, residing in her sister's head constantly. Every thought, every movement, every breath is watched by the girl. Suddenly, school isn't so horrid anymore and Ashlynn...Ashlynn isn't alone. But is what Hope's doing right? Or is it even 'Hope' at all? Is this some terrible shock-induced phenomena, or do the dead never truly leave?