(Complete) Something bad happens to Dahlia when she reunites with her long lost sister in Sapphire Cove. And the only one who notices? Her sister's best friend- the annoying handsome, irritably arrogant, popular boy who Dahlia just happens to hate. This story in now in paperback and kindle ******

Draft • unedited. • • • "And I do love it when a man is at the pointy end of my dagger." I push the blade in more, a sliver of skin parting as red flows between the crevices and blesses the weapon. He only grins wider, "Show no mercy, Angel." He rears up, lips capturing mine and pulling my face closer to his, his hand winding itself around my neck to hold me in place as he draws my whole being into his with only his poisoned tongue and daring words. . . "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." "The enemy of my enemy, is my enemy tomorrow." I counter. • • • They took everything from me. Hunt me. Underestimate me. I have nothing to lose . . . Until he shows up. He is my undoing. The unknown. I can't let him in. • • • He thought I had been broken, consumed in his games. Loyal. At least I was . . . Until I saw her. She is my redemption. She is the job. I have to kill her. • • • Trigger warnings - this book is a lot darker than Alliance and as such deals with descriptions of torture, assault, murder and mention of SA. If this is not for you, feel free to not read. There is some sex scenes throughout this book so please read at your own risk. The main character/s are also very morally grey so if you don't like characters torturing others, this isn't the book for you. • • • Cover by Quirky Circe on Etsy Started writing 09/19 - published 02/20 - finished 03/20. Edited 01/21 Highest ranking #1 in spy 06/04/2020

"I hate you." "You really mean that, Princess?" "Just shut up and kiss me." ***** Dominique Smith, a badass senior at Oakwood High. She has long, straight, black jet-colored hair, tattoos, a has a seashell skin tone, gorgeous glowing skin, perfect teeth, and whatnot. Dominique's clothing interests are more plaid sweaters, jeans, jackets, and sneakers than rather dresses, skirts, and heels. Dominique is filled with anger and hurt, that she puts up a wall that allows no one to pass. -yet. Dominique never really understood the true meaning of love. To her, it was considered a myth that everyone believed was true. Alex Carter, a bad boy who believes perfect girls don't exist. With black messy hair, a sharp jawline, dark emerald green eyes, tattoos covering his body, and a very muscular figure. What's not to like? Alex and Dominique spark a feeling in each other and are willing to find out what that spark is, but what secrets lie in between? Alex and Dominique have known each other since they were both in the sixth grade, now they're seniors. They are each other's opponent and declared each other as enemies. They even set ground rules as enemies, including no sexual contact, but as they got older, they both became irresistible to each other. Both have a reputation for being bad and trying to escape their past. Just two broken people. They refuse to interfere with their past, leaving all the lies and secrets behind, but new ones are arising that will put themselves and others in danger. Bad girl and bad boy, the perfect duo, right? Not when there lies secrets, romance, anger, hurt, confusion, and deception. **** I DO NOT OWN RIGHTS TO THE BACKGROUND IMAGE. **** #77 | Bad (Out of 45K Stories) #16 | Deception (Out of 6.9K Stories) ©️ Copyright 2020 - Mimi_Miga

ST. BLAIR'S BOARDING ACADEMY, known to house the richest of the richest, the elites of society, most of all, notorious for an event that thrives on the entertainment of breaking hearts. ❝YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS YEAR'S ANNUAL, 'THE HEARTBREAK SOCIETY GAMES'❞ May the best heartbreaker win.

They can't stand each other. Well, they used to be best friends since they were seven, but a lot can change when puberty hits. Before the start of their freshman year in high school, they slowly drifted apart and began to despise each other. As they grew older, they thought it would be easy to stay away from each other since they attended a school with hundreds of students, but luck never seemed to be on either one of their sides. Of course, Weston Ledger is the quarterback on their varsity football team. In this town, people don't take football lightly. With three championships under their belt, Fossil Creek's football team is determined to beat the record by winning four championships in a row. With Weston, they sure as hell are destined to win. The only thing that could keep them from winning, is one specific distraction. And that one specific distraction would be a certain sarcastic brunette, Violet Gray. Violet is the assistant athletic trainer for Fossil Creek's football team, which puts these two in a very awkward situation. On and off the field, they bicker nonstop. The whole team loves watching them argue with each other, especially when Violet hits a nerve. With Weston's bad boy demeanor and Violet's snarky remarks, these two are walking on thin ice around each other. Is it finally time for Violet and Weston to talk about what really happened the summer before going into freshman year, or will they put it behind them and wait until they finally see the ice start to crack until it's too late? Are they willing to give each other a second chance? Or are they going to watch each other fall through the ice until they both drown in their own sorrow?

"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

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞. ⋆✧⋆✧⋆ Delaney Lawrence is a girl with the world's biggest heart and no one to give it to. She is a quiet girl on campus who spends her time studying and working. On the outside she seems next to perfect, but looks can be deceiving Sterling Blake is the university's hockey captain with a reputation of sleeping around. He's popular and never in a good mood, with not a grade over a C. However, his reputation may not be as accurate as people assume. When Sterling Blake is late to pick his little sister up from gymnastics practice he doesn't leave a great impression on the coach, Delaney Lawrence. Much to her dismay, she is selected to be his tutor so he can remain on the hockey team. She is determined to get his grades up and be done with this mess, he is determined to make that impossible. Unfortunate as the pairing seems, maybe things do happen for a reason. ⋆✧⋆✧⋆ Highest Rankings: #1 Love #1 Humour #1 Hockey #1 Team #2 Sports #2 Sports Romance #2 Slowburn

Astrid has never stepped out her house. She didn't know that her parents hitting her wasn't right. She always thought that's how it works. So what happens when her mother dies and step father runs away.

He carelessly stepped over the now dead body and further into the alley, enough that the dim lightbulb above us showed his face. It would be a shame to kill a man before even seeing what he looked like. My eyes widened ever so slightly. Especially if his face looked like that. "I really did, but I'm sorry to inform you that you just did all of that work for nothing," he stated, his voice calm given the situation he just walked in on. I cocked up an eyebrow as he stopped about 8 feet from me. "Did I now?" He gave me a single nod. "Unfortunately, whatever is in that briefcase belongs to m-" I drew my hand back and threw my knife directly towards his chest. ~~~ When Lexi Malor's mother died, she and her brother had no idea what their lives would be like living within the custody of their father. How could they, they had never met him? Lexi often wondered what her father did, but she never expected to be the daughter of a crime Lord. She never expected to be thrown into his work against her will, and she never expected to have to pay her keep. Since she was the only girl her father had within her group, she would often go on jobs to get information. She would do whatever she had to to get it. Over, and over again. Of course, she couldn't refuse to do it. Her father was only keeping her around because she was useful. She soon accepted it to be her life, she never thought of treason, she never even imagined it. All she wanted to do, was stay alive. No matter what, she would stay alive no matter who tried to get in her way.