[COMPLETED] A story that started with a roadtrip in which lots of alcohol and sex was involved but ended with much more complicated things such as love. cover made by @dissolve

(Must Date the Playboy Book 2) Tori tried her best to move on from the playboy who broke her heart. But just as she thought she was finally okay, Zach unexpectedly came back to mess her up. In order to stop her feelings from resurfacing-and to save herself from hurting-she decided to hate the playboy. But is hating the playboy the key to her happiness? Or will it just cause another heartbreak? *** When Victoria 'Tori' Peige dated the playboy Zachary 'Zach' Anderson based on lies, they sure have paid the price. After being left heartbroken by him eight months ago, she is finally ready to move on. Just as she gives James a chance, Zach comes back and messes up her life again. Will Tori choose to be brave and be honest with her own feelings? Or will she continue hating the playboy even if her heart tells her otherwise? Cover Designed By Lydia Carr

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

I watched Reese lips move as he read out the contents of the letter, then I watched everyone's faces as they took in the words that were coming off the paper. As I looked around the small group, I realized that these were the people that I had no choice but to depend on for awhile, and one of them was going to get hurt. It didn't matter if we did everything right, someone was bound to get hurt in this game and I couldn't help but to feel like it would be all my fault.