After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

Isabella Hughes is forced to leave everything that she knew in Los Angeles, and attend the most prestigious boarding school for the rich. She is rather excited to see what the school holds for her, however she crosses paths with the boy who she despised as a child. The feeling is mutual to Liam Kingston, but when they are almost forced to spend time with each other, not everything turns out to what they expected.

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Estella, a seventeen year-old who has been homeschooled her entire life, decides to attend a regular high school her senior year. Without much expulsion to meeting new people, making friends, and building relationships, she finds herself caught in the middle of high-strung drama on multiple occasions throughout her nine months at Westwood High. She forces herself out of her shell, growing as an individual as she finally gets a taste of a regular life.

... two best friends falling in love.. They bump into each other on a trip to Italy, mae visiting family and leonardo on a business trip. They become bestfriends but what's stopping them from going any further. ... "what am i to you he asks i put my hands in his lap and whisper you are every hope i've ever had im human form" - rupi kaur ...

"I'd give it all up for you, Avery," Finn urges. His hands are gripping onto my cheeks and I don't know why I'm letting him get so close to me when I told myself I wouldn't let this happen. All I know is that I could cry at his touch. I miss him so much. "The job, the team, everything," he continues. I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes dart between his. He seems so desperate and I want to sock myself in the jaw when I'm tempted to wipe the single tear that fell to his cheek. "Because I've seen what it's like to live without you. I know what it's like to see you with someone else, and nothing is worth that. Not even the NHL." The sequel to Ice.

When Noelle Sanchez meets Luca Costello at her first high school party she doesn't expect to ever talk to him again but when she ends up becoming best friends with his twin brother she has no choice but to hang out with him. ●●● I wake up to a pair of warm arms around my torso and a front press up tightly to my back. "I like sleeping next to you" Luca says in a deep sleepy voice into my ear causing me to blush and let out a soft giggle. "we should get up" i say attempting to get up but get pulled right back into his hard chest. "mhm" he mumbles not making a move to get up and holding me tighter. "Luca " I whine "Hm?" "I have to get home before my parents get back home" I frown not wanting to leave his warm embrace. "Mhm" he hums. Pulling me closer into his arms. started: sunday, January 18 ended: *warning will probably have lots of errors bc I'm to lazy to edit

UNEDITED |Freya Livingston| has always liked being alone it's not that nobody wanted to be her friend it's more that she didn't want to be bothered. Her carefree attitude and effortless beauty has everyone wanting to be associated with the silver haired stunner. The only thing that seems to capture her undivided attention is her most beloved item, that darn sketchbook. Nobody knows what she's sketching with her delicate hands but they bet it's as beautiful as her. How will she adjust when she moves school for her senior year. [Luca Santiago] the definition of a golden boy. Being the captain of the soccer team and having top grades he's the boy your parents wishes you take home. Though being a top scoring student, he's anything but a nerd. With his seemingly perfect reputation and not to forget handsome features, he's quite the playboy. He gets everything he wants within a blink of an eye and he's everyone's idol. The only thing that prevents him from completely ruling the school is a certain leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding guy, but he's planning on changing that soon. {Axel Andres} the certain leather jacket wearing and motorcycle riding guy. One look at him and you can tell he's up to no good, but then another look at him and you may fall in love. Which I highly suggest on not doing because he's not the commitment type. He barely even hangs out around anybody other than his own circle of friends. His cold exterior and icy glares make it hard for anyone to ever approach him and if they do then they usually end up regretting it. He's worked for everything he has which is not that much but he'll give hell to anyone who questions it. The story of a girl who wanted nothing more than to just be left alone being dragged in the very middle of rivalry she didn't ask for and she doesn't know it yet but she's the winning prize. A story about love and loss, rekindling old friendships and making new ones.

"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

"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