"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

His lips parted and a soft gasp escaped him. "You're so hot, Misty. Without even trying, yo- you look so beautiful sitting in class, doing your work ignoring me," he said. And each word is tattooed on my heart. I felt a wave of confidence as he spoke while I kissed his neck. "Tell me more," I said and he let out a throaty laugh before speaking again. "And I wish to grab you by the neck and make out with you until we both can't breathe. I want to kiss you in public, I want to fuck you in public, I want to claim you in public," he said as I rested my arm beside him and balanced on it while I unbuttoned my jeans. "Anything else?" I asked, quietly, looking into his eyes as his hands found my hips and pushed my jeans off. "You are just so fucking perfect," he said and I slammed my lips on his lips, my jeans lying on the floor now as I started unbuttoning his pants. ━━━━━━━ 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 want nothing more than to be rich and leave the town filled with nothing but god-complex rich people. She worked two jobs to help pay for her school until she got on the wrong foot with the popular girl and ended up getting an invite to sleep with three boys in return for money.

Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever. But Amory Scout decides that time has come to put a stop to that. After the accident that killed her parents and the suicide of her brother, Amory Scout decides it's time those at the top of the hierarchy have a taste of their own medicine. Embarking on the thorny path of revenge, Amory Scout returns to her old school of Kensington Prep, blending into the crowd and climbing up the ranks of popularity, not letting on that she has been there before. In an effort to right some of the past wrongs, she plans vengeance on those who wronged her and her family -- and she doesn't care at what cost. Even her own heart. [A modern retelling of Niccolo Machiavelli's The Prince]

[ FINISHED - unedited ] ❝How do I... How do I stop them?" "You want to stop them?" Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Yes," I nodded. She immediately broke out into a high-pitched laugh. "Oh Laura, you can't.❞ Every prestigious high school has this. A group of people that are somehow, in some way "ranked" higher and superior to the other students. But at Redwood Academy, the system is a little different. Considering there is a wider range of students, the poor to the rich, you're ranked on how feared you are, despite the fame, money, family, or talent you have. Tao Kingsbury and Isaia Woods are quite high on this ranking system. And that's where they intend on staying. So tell me how some new bitch named Laura shows up out of the complete blue, not a background or dollar to her name, and is quickly climbing the social rank? And tell me why the only people who truly fear her are the ones that are feared themselves? [Books 1 and 2 in The Materialists series] Series In order; [ The Materialists, The Dynasty, The Avacarious ] ©kujiis 2019 #1 in prestigious • 06/17/20 #12 in richkids • 07/25/20 #1 in popularity • 10/09/20

They don't play to win. They play to hurt. Sterling Academy's irresistible reputation all came crashing down last year when a list of the 'top thirty girls too...' had been anonymously published. Now recovering from the pits of hell the media dragged them through, the students at Sterling have been told to be silent. Not to talk of the list ever again; and thanks to new spiralling rumours, formal coming up, and the short term attention span of students. Everyone has started to move on. Almost everyone. Silence may be a deadly game, but Valè is willing to play, if it means revenge on those who created the list. And lucky for her, she has a pretty good idea. The Heartbreakers of Sterling. Caleb Delvaúx, Luca Cathans, Atlas McAllister and Sage Evander's. Forming a team of her own, Valè gets together a flawless group of girls that are equally starved for revenge...or a challenge. Revenge may be sweet. But heartbreak is sweeter. ______________________________ "We're not playing to win over social hierarchy. We're playing to hurt their hearts beyond fixability." fully edited *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ____________________________ #1- girlpower #1 - revenge #1- richgirls #1 - soccerboy #1 - richteens #1 - friendstoenemies #1 - freshreads #4 - richkids #10- blackmail #11 - friends #9 - teenage #12 - richboys #14 - privateschool #22 - girl #32 - drama

sequel to aeou (read first) ✘ ✘ ✘ The boys are back. And they're out for revenge. Last semester the girls of Sterling humiliated Caleb, Luca, Atlas and Sage. Exposing family secrets, dirty confessions and everything else taboo that led to their exposé's in the media. This time round the boys are about to show just why they're not to be messed with. Just why they've been marked as the heartbreakers. Newcomer Saamiya Daler is equal parts intrigued and open to help the boys get revenge. After all there at her school, on her territory, clueless. She knows the ins and outs of the boarding school Whitlock Prepatory. She knows the score. She's everything these boys need. The stakes are high but tension is higher. ______________

"I haven't even done anything to you and you're already crying." Xavier murmurs. I can only sob harder in response. "You're going to show everyone aren't you?" He grabs a lock of my hair, almost endearingly and tucks it behind my ear. "If I was going to show everyone, I would have done it already." "Then delete the video." I say, hating how wildly desperate I sound. "I'm begging you please, Xavier." Those last two words hang in the air between us in a way I don't fully understand. Xavier tilts his head slightly and there's a darkness that's filtering through his gaze. It makes my face burn under his scorching stare. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── When Isa Carrow transfers from Oakbridge Highschool to Cedora Hills Private Highschool, with the help of her rich aunt, she believes that she is granted an opportunity at a fresh start, a way for her to redeem herself and prove that her past does not define her. But when the very secret that she is running from falls into the hands of the one person she'd wanted to stay away from, she will quickly come to understand that what she had viewed as a path to liberty was nothing short of a trap in disguise.

On the day of her birthday, Odelia Ming's twin sister was found to have committed suicide in the dorm rooms of Briarwood Academy, one of the world's most prestigious boarding schools.

"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24 ©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

[ ONGOING ] A DARK ROMANCE ❝Estelle, my darling," Mother cooed, looking down thoughtfully upon me. "Yes, Mother?" Her hand snaked down from my shoulder to my wrist, gripping it tightly as if she was my personal handcuffs. I flinched as her thumb brushed the marks William had left upon my cheek. "The bruises really bring out your eye color.❞ At what point, does being your mother's daughter become a negative trait? At what point, does the sugarcoated protectiveness turn into obsession and control? At what point did Estelle Strathen decide to take matters into her own blood-stained hands? Fighting fire with fire has never been such an ironic phrase. [full synopsis inside] [Part of The Materialists Series] ©kujiis 2019