❝Are you done acting like you care?❞ Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞ I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞ And he snaps. My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me. Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all. How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home? At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together. {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #2 in vulnerable #6 in conflict #12 in jealousy #17 in steamy #19 in chicklit #29 in collegeromance #60 in eroticromance #69 in newyork ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Blaze Davis is the girl in the shadows. The one no one notices but if given a chance, could light up your world with a personality as unique as the scars adorning her body like damaged armour. She has secrets no one knows and hidden beneath that mask is a broken soul. She's seen pain in it's ugliest form. From losing her best friend to being a victim of constant abuse by her boyfriend, Blaze's life is no short of being called a wreck. She knows hurt like the back of her hand. For her, life resembles a tragic poem she can recite from the depths of her heart, knowing she'll always be stuck in the same verse and destined to a doomed path. Building up walls and trying to cement the cracks became more of a task rather than a coping mechanism, giving rise to a closed-off and withdrawn shell. Enter Rafael Hernandez. The Loner Bad Boy. A person with no shortage of wounds himself. He has demons of his own, fighting to take over. Plagued by the regrets and shadows of his past, he manages to hide behind a tough exterior of arrogance and hostility. Resorting to the darkness dwelling in the shadows of his mind, he's on the road to a catastrophic spiral that could leave him lifeless and desolate. What happens when he takes a sudden interest in her? Could this boy be enough to break down her walls? Or will he deepen her scars until she bleeds out from the pain? A storm of emotions like pain, love, agony, hurt, trust are unleashed when two lost souls intertwine in a hope to be found again. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains themes of self harm, depression, abuse etc. If you are influenced by such topics, refrain from reading. It will get really deep so if you are triggered, I would advise you to not read the book highest rankings: #1 in badboy #1 in abused #1 in teenromance #1 in selfharmawareness #1 in sadness #3 in sad #3 in sexual assault