We went to the same high school. We should have been friends, or at least talked to each other, but we never did. Not even one word. Years later he comes into my bookstore, and why the fuck can't I get him out of my mind?! ------------------------------ He pulls me close to him by the wrist, and I end up landing on his lap. With my back against his hard chest I feel so warm, so good. He shouldn't feel this way; he is not allowed to make me feel this way. My breath quickens it's pace and I think his does too. Turning around very slowly my eyes meet honey ones, gorgeous honey eyes. Our lips are inches apart and my mind is frozen, everything stopped functioning, and it's suddenly just him I'm aware of. He licks his lips, and I start feeling something hard under me. I start feeling him. Please kiss me, I beg you to kiss me. But he doesn't, he stays there, just looking at me, and with an arm around my waist that I feel gripping me tighter by the second. So I decide to do something about it. I slide my hand over his hard arm slowly, very slowly, and move my hips against him, trying to feel it where I want it the most. And I do, the thin material of my skirt making it easier. His jaw clenched, and his stare hardened, like telling me I shouldn't be doing that, like if telling me I'm in trouble. Good.

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

"Why do you put up with me?" "Because you are fire... and I've been cold my whole life." ----------------------- Two assassins, one enemy. l'angelo [the angel], Harley Valencia- no one expects the angle to light the world on fire? the ruthless monstrous cold hearted psycho Bitch. Trained since birth, Harley is the best assassin in the American mafia... possibly the entire mafia kingdom. No one gets on her bad side and gets to live... except him. il diavolo [the devil], Alessandro De Santis- be careful, the devil has a pretty face. a heartless broken bad boy assassin. Harley's one mission she can never successfully complete. Heir to the Italian Mafia, trained killer and sociopath. What will happen when a threat forces the angel and devil to work together? Will they manage to keep from killing each other for their families sake? *************************************************************************************************** MATURE CONTENT! strong sexual content and violence!

''Kill me, Elijah. Do it!'' I scream, tears flooding down my cheeks as I get ready for what's next. He gazes at me, and for the first time, I realize, there's tears welling up in his eyes, too; like he's in utter pain. His gun is aimed at my forehead, and the tears continue to fall down like a river. "No, are you crazy?"His voice is razor-edged. But he holds himself in a fine, defined way. Almost deadly. But his eyes are icy clear with hidden intents. "I fucking hate you, kill me now, I don't ever wanna see you again!'' I seethe through gritted teeth; at the top of my lungs. I realize he won't be able to pull the trigger if I don't say anything. But I'm mistaken, his smoldered face with resentment leaves and he plasters an anguished face on. No...I'm sorry I didn't mean that. If only I could tell him that. ''I can't kill you, Eleodore, please stop. Don't say things you don't mean," he says in a whisper, with his husky yet gentle voice. ''Why not?'' I demand, not understanding his sudden move of resistance, his gaze watching me up and down while he surrenders and withdraws his gun. He takes a step closer and I can feel his hot breath fanning down my face. I almost flinch, but as I close my eyes, I feel his soft lips plant on my forehead. And then he finally utters a single syllable. ''Because I love you.''

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

When a young women named Cordelia, find's herself in the new club downtown, she encounters deep family secrets after she parties hard and bumps into a hot stranger who is more than just a pretty face... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Your just a nervous virgin who can't handle it" he replied, fucking evil bastard. "Guess you'll never know if that's true" I whispered, looking out the window. He tugged my hair backwards so my mouth was open and my head was tilted back, I tried to pull myself up but his grip was too strong. "Never talk to me like that again, or I will fuck you until you cannot walk" he said, i gulped as his hand released from my hair. And that's when I realised, I was stuck with the devil. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "After everything we've been through, all the moments that blood was spilled and when tears had fallen, right now we are laying here together." And that's what sums them up. There life wouldn't be the same if they had never met. She sacrificed family, friends, lovers, all for him. Her entire life was consumed by his presence, but she found a way to see the good in him. But does she still carry the hate she used to have for him in her heart? -a enemies to lovers story🖤

A story about two teenagers, both unknown of each others feelings. They feel love and hate towards each other, which one will conquer? HIM He has a dark past, he doesn't like opening up and trusting people. But she is different, he feels she is the only one who listens and understands him. Why? He has No. Fucking. Idea. HER The perfect life, both parents working in high-paid jobs, everybody thinks she's perfect. Little do they know how lonely her life is, parents working 24/7 and staying alone at home. Not all is what meets the eye. He understands her. She understands him. But why do they hate each other?

"I love you." He said. And then all of a sudden it made sense. "Gus?" Cristina Emerson and Gavin Gones meet each other in a cliché way, a girl with trauma meets a boy who's sweeter than can be, but is that all it is? Slowly as they fall into each other things start to add up, dreams they share, specific time stamps in their lives. Why are they all the same?

Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]

Book 1 in The Life and Death Duet This is the story of a boy who didn't think he could ever love somebody and a girl who definitely didn't believe in the idea of it. The story of Ace Morano and Harper Santos. They went from childhood friends to complete strangers due to an accident that cost them her memories of him and a broken heart on his part. Years later, they become friends. She now only knows him as the boy who's been known to be ruthless and cold, not the boy she'd known long ago. Could he help her remember? They were complete opposites, yet alike in some ways, but still got pulled together by an invisible yet strong force... Love. Was that enough? And most importantly, would that change both of their perspectives on it? Two souls living two completely different lives. With different pasts. With secrets they both refused to reveal. Could they make it? Will she fall for death before he can catch her? _______________________________ "Harper." he stated, blankly. His deep voice almost gave me a heart attack. I looked at him, slightly shocked. Wait- How does he know my name? Is he going to kill me? I gulped. "Ace." I muttered quietly and looked away, back to the river view. I sighed, taking it all in again. ©2021. All rights reserved. magdalenaandi. -Maggie T. cover artwork credits: Artist, Boyana Petkova highest rankings: #2 in deathandlife #2 in lovestory #2 in teenromance #3 in chicklit #31 in romance #7 in highschool #18 in love #6 in fallingforthebadboy #2 in familyproblems #1 in childhoodsweethearts #2 in teenlove #2 in boyfriend