"𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂." Love and hate draw a thin line when Sophie and Silas combine. "𝗦𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗲, 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲-𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲." Truly swore to be the enemies they thought they were always meant to be until the undeniable tension which lathered upon hatred, began to transform subtly. The tables turn and they suddenly can't get enough of each other. High-School love? Or is it endless? Once despised, forever desired. INCLUDES: Smut, High Course Language & Abuse

" they'll know we're faking if I'm not kissing or touching my girlfriend, dumbass " - Miles and Diana. Two best friends ever since child's legs. With a bit of lies, rich parents, parties and press, everything seem possible, but is it? One date continued with a lie. Did the lie ever stop or was it even a lie to begin with? There's two different possible endings here. Happiness or will one of them become a fool by trusting their own heart? Everything ruined, because of the bet.

Ruth Gray, growing up she had someone by her side. Someone who made her happy, made her laugh, that person was her sister. Amelia Gray. They had a close bond, they were best friends, best sisters. They were both happy, Ruth was always happy... But that all changed when a tragedy happens. A tragedy that changed Ruths life. Makes her lose her spark, and her happiness. A couple years past, Ruth is not the same. She doesn't have that spark in her anymore, losing her sister was something that broke her. Life has been miserable for her, hard, but that all changes when she meets Blake Carter.

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Fuck you," I flip her off as she walks to the chair next to me. "You want to so bad, don't you?" she asks pointing at my hand covered crotch. started- 6/3/22 ended- N/A