Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." *** Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

After discovering that her boyfriend of three years is cheating on her with his girl best friend, Yasemin Hogan knows she can do way better than a little material revenge. Julian broke her heart, she will break his. By fake dating his enemy. Elijah Harden seems like the man for the job. Attractive, tall and smart; fake dating him sounds pretty fun. They just need to write down some rules. Like, we don't touch each other behind closed doors, only in public. We have to sleep in the same place. We stay together during parties. And above all, we don't fall in love. Well, easy. Yasemin and Elijah don't get along. It's been five years of fierce academic rivalry between them. Five years of hatred. Five years of winter. However, as they start fake dating, the forced proximity ignites terrible feelings inside them. And leads the two rivals to face a new reality : the winter between them is the warmest season. COLLEGE ROMANCE [This story contains adult scenes. Also mentions of: anxiety, mourning/death, eating disorder, abusive relationship, SA, child abuse/neglect, alcohol/drugs/insults, life threatening disease] Started : 23/10/2021 HIGHEST RANKINGS : #1 in RIVALRY, ACADEMICS and TENSION #2 in ARROGANT and ENEMIES #3 in RIVALS #4 in STEAMY #6 in COLLEGEROMANCE #8 in COLLEGE #5 in FAKERELATIONSHIP #1 in SWIMMER

|NOT EDITED! CHAPTERS AREN'T EDITED| completed<3 Anastasia Rodriguez is 17 years old girl, who's -of course - living with her parents. Although her family is rich and' wealthy ', she and her parents have more downs than ups. They have high standards for her. She's fighting but she's not really surviving. With mental and physical abuse her mental health is dying. Would she ever be loved, saved or seen? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You won't let me go right Kai?" I asked him to be sure. Beacuse I can't lose him now. He shook his head "Never. Not even death would separate us apart" he said and kissed my forehead ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Sorry if I typed some things wrong. I'm usually writing this very fast so idek. TW: abuse,little bit of ED,swear words, hospitals (?), suicide attempts #1 mentalproblems #1 surviving #2 suicide attempts #2 survive #7 fightingforsurvival #10 suffering #7 saving (June 6, 2022) #1 overthinking (August 8, 2023)

"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

Dakota is just like every other 17 year old high school senior. Or that's what everyone thinks. Everyone sees Dakota as this funny, sarcastic, and caring girl. What people don't see is how much she is truly suffering inside. People don't know that the smile she always wears is completely fake. They don't know what's really going on at home. They don't see the bruises she has to cover up every morning. They don't see her having to step up to take care of her two younger siblings. She puts on a fake smile as soon as she walks through the school doors and slowly builds her walls up higher as each day goes on. She thinks no one will ever see past her facade...that is, until three new bad boys come strolling into town taking an automatic interest in Dakota. And one certain bad boy can read her like an open book. Will Dakota eventually let these three bad boys in? Or will she keep everything in until she finally reaches her breaking point? Warning: explicit language, violence, sexual assault, abuse, and sexual content ---------------------------- Highest Rankings: #1 Past #1 Underground #1 Abuse #1 Broken #1 Fighter #2 Boxer #1 hurt #2 sad

Two rivals. All around the world. On fake honeymoons. Poppy: All I've ever wanted to do was travel and see the world, every inch, every corner of it that I could. Everything in my life was going according to plan. Every day was summer vacation for me. Until Joshua Everett Nilsen walked into it. My co-worker, my rival, my nightmare. Everything I hate put together into one... I hate to admit it, devilishly handsome man. He's gorgeous and that only made me hate him more. As handsome as sin. But he's bossy, he's arrogant, he thinks he's always right, and now, he's my travel partner. Now, there's no escaping him because everywhere I go, I'll go with him. Josh: Escaping my past and traveling is the one thing that has kept me going so far. And finally making it and seeing the world has paid off. Everything in my life was going according to plan. Every day was summer vacation for me. Until Poppy Valentine obliterated it. My co-worker, my rival, the most annoying person I've ever met. She's everything I despise and more. With her attitude, her constant need to prove me wrong, her brighter-than-the-sun smile, and her annoyingly pretty eyes, I hated her even more. And now I'm her travel partner. It was her mess, her problem, and somehow, she pulled me down with her. Everywhere I go, she's coming with me. ... Travel Addict Weekly. The biggest travel magazine in the city of New York. Poppy and Josh. Josh and Poppy. The most popular writers. And the biggest rivals. When Poppy's travel partner is fired for breaking employment rules, she needs someone else to travel the world and write articles critiquing every city with her. And who would be better than the man she hates the most? Josh. It's pure attraction and intense chemistry hidden in the name of rivalry and hatred. . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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

He usually prefers his employees to be less...bubbly. Energetic. A little more like him, essentially. But there was something about her the moment she introduced herself. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, or the way she smiled at everyone in her line of sight, who knows. But, whatever the reason is, he hates it. He hates that he gave into that feeling when he met her. She manages to find her way into his mind 24/7, unlike any woman ever has. She doesn't think she's ever seen someone as angry at the world as him. He can be rude and he doesn't always think about other's feelings before he speaks. A scowl somehow is always set on his face, like he was born that way. For any other person, a man like that would make you want to simply ignore him. But not her. She has her heart set on making him smile. Even just a little. Maybe even a laugh. And she is not giving up any time soon. It's not hard to tell that two people with personalities like theirs can lead to a dangerous combination.

"What the hell do you want Greyson?" I shout unlocking the door. It's raining heavily so I don't even bother hiding the irritation laced in my voice. I swing the door open about to continue my rant when I'm brought to a halt by his lips crashing down on mine. In one swift motion his arms are around my waist pulling my body flush against his, closing all distance between us. I don't even hesitate to kiss him back, all thoughts from a second ago withering away as I melt into his embrace. The kiss is electric, his lips bringing me to life ; igniting me in the best way possible. I snake my arms up to the nape of his neck grabbing his hair, kissing him hard with so much emotion. In response, he kisses me even harder moaning into my mouth before gliding his tongue hungrily against mine. It takes a while to register that I'm standing in my doorway kissing Greyson freaking Reynolds, the guy I hated from before I can remember. He pulls back breathlessly, and I open my eyes as he finally replies to the question I forgot I asked. "You."