Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression

"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

❝ I'm as much a bad-boy as you're an average girl. So I suppose that answers both our questions. ❞ •♤• Lila Smith's life was a perfect routine. Until the house next door became the devil's residence. •♤• Lila was average. Or so she claimed. With a stash of hidden insults she had no problem throwing at the bad-boy Derek Greyson next door, Lila ignored him. And all her plans to remain undiscovered go to hell when she sees him at one of her fights at Blue. Sadly for her, Derek's intent on finding out who the so-called Wildcat of Ladenhill is. Derek was a badboy. He wouldn't have paid her any attention but to him, Lila was a mystery he wasn't okay with. The average girl soon became his favorite person to annoy and his target of perverted jokes. With secrets he wanted to share, Lila becomes his escape. But if he's anything, its persistent. And he wants to know who the fighter behind the purple Wildcat mask is and in the end uncovering far more than he bargained for. So he became the Wolf of Ladenhill but the Wildcat's anything but easy. And considering they're both magnets for danger, it doesn't take long before intertwined trouble gives the two a revisit from their pasts. •♤• Featured by: Teen Fiction profile under 'Head Over Heels'. (Thank you for dropping by, now click on the READ, vote, comment, follow and enjoy! Would mean a lot. And please don't copy, This is an original piece! Dual P.O.V. book! Swearing and some sexual innuendos.) TW: Violence, swearing, PTSD, sexual assault.

She bakes cupcakes. He breaks hearts. She's sunshine, sass, and secretly in love with her brother's best friend. He's Delhi's most untouchable CEO-cold to the world, but warm only for her. She fell first. Now it's his turn to fall... hard. Love You Always Have Slow burn. Soft love. Stolen glances. And a grumpy man who melts only for her.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

When Aarohi Singh loses everything in her life, metaphorically and literally, she finds herself turning to nowhere but her bestfriends house for shelter. For a home. Buried deep within study loans, completing her MBA, and looking for a job, she needs to save the last of her last pennies to at least rent a house in New Delhi. But a job comes with a degree, and there are still six months left for that. The best friend is about to get married, and there's none house better than that of an upcoming wedding one to stay. She can keep her share of secrets, and still live there without having to explain what had went wrong in her life. For how long though is the question when your best friend's brother is not only someone who gets on your nerves, but also someone so beautiful that you can't resist as much as you try. Kabir Verma. Graphical engineer. Living a bachelor's life in Bangalore. A simple sorted guy. At least that's what he thought before meeting Aarohi when he arrived home prior three months for his sister's wedding. He had never thought, any one in the world could make your world of emotions as upside down, as Aarohi did his. And he hated every ounce of it. That's what he told himself anyways, until he had figured out, that he can't keep away from her, and she can't resist him for long. But how long could such a forbidden attraction continue, especially in India. Especially when she's your sister's best friend. Especially when it turns into love. Amidst the celebration of an upcoming wedding, feelings get lost, emotions whirl around, romance turns forbidden, and hearts are found.