CUTS AND BRUISES kʌts ænd ˈbruːzɪz : breaks in the skin caused by sharp objects (cuts) and discoloration of skin caused by blood leaking into the tissue under the skin's surface (bruises) ꧁༺--------------------༻꧂ ❛ The beautiful and the damned. ❜ ꧁༺--------------------༻꧂ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐄 ❝𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐕𝐀 and 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐘 revel in the freedom of living arms wide open to recklessness that leads to being damned. 𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐍 and 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀 ❝ 𝐀𝐁𝐈 ❞ 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐉𝐈 are the very embodiment of beautiful. Their existence is made up of generations of wealth, success and elegance. They'll be damned if they're drawn to the shadows of Silver and Sean. ꧁༺--------------------༻꧂ FIRST BOOK OF THE ❛ DEAR.. ❜ SERIES.

From the ashes of Shella-the fallen nation whose blood was both a gift and a curse, rises a princess with vengeance running through her veins. Her people's blood was hunted, stolen, and spilled for power. Now, she lives for one purpose: to destroy the Tadili, the very Nation that turned her kins into vessels of greed. But fate is cruel. What is standing between her and revenge is the third prince; the son of her greatest enemy. A man with hate in his eyes, rebellion in his heart and love she never asked for. While his heart burns for her love, hers burns for revenge. And when love and vengeance collide, what do you think will happen?

The Mass's Requiem is a collection of my thoughts and ideas via a keyboard. Each short story was once nothing more than an idea written in my notes before I decided to bring it to life. This anthology holds many different stories with a variety of characters, themes, plots, and genres. As I continue to write short stories, I will continue to add them to The Mass's Requiem.

ABOUT THE BOOK Hazelda Gabriella Lombardi was once just a girl - soft-hearted, full of dreams, and a smile that could melt winter. Until the night everything was taken. At seven, she was left with nothing but silence, blood, and the memory of the men who shattered her family and innocence. Now, under the merciless training of the Russian godfather Ivan Petrov, she's being remade - not into a girl again, but into a weapon. They call her La Regina della Morte - the Queen of Death. But behind the title is a girl still learning how to breathe without breaking. Still learning how to fight without losing what's left of herself. As she edges closer to her victory, a complicated romance emerges, threatening to upend her singular focus. Vengeance and Love is a story of survival through darkness, of pain turned into power. Of a girl becoming something the world fears, while quietly asking if there's still room for love inside all the rage. It's about what we lose to become strong - and what we fight to keep from being lost forever. Will her quest for revenge consume her, or will she find a way to heal and love again? Dive into this gripping tale of mafia intrigue, suspense, and revenge. ## This story explores complex themes of trauma, revenge, and the power of love. The conflicts between Hazel's desire for vengeance and the redemptive force of love create a compelling narrative tension. Tiktok and Instagram name: babyw_riter

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

"He said he is scared of commitment, but he has tattoos all over his skin." The day Hazel Stevens moves from Maine to a small beach town in Florida called Walden, she encounters a boy, who's oh-so rude yet oh-so attractive. The only thing that connects the two is their love for dance and their dream of getting into Juilliard. The two spend the summer together dancing, getting to know each other and opening up to the other person. When mysteries are unraveled, feelings start developing. And after one simple tragedy, everything changes. [ wattpad featured book ] Copyright © 2016 by Charlie Jones All rights reserved.

After losing the only boy she has ever loved, Jackie must find a way out of the spider web of grief and memory, and hold to the delicate hope of moving forward. ***** Jackie never pictured raising her daughter without Andy by her side. He was supposed to be the finish line, the one she'd always come back to, but the universe always finds a way of turning your life upside down. After a devastating accident takes him away, Jackie is left grasping for a lifeline, trapped in a world filled with memories she can't recover. Leaving home seems like the only choice, but distance can't make the memories disappear or calm the ache of every 'what if'. It doesn't make the pain go away. But love doesn't end with goodbye, or with death. It just changes shape. ***** BENNINGTON COLLEGE #1.5 © 2025 caterina george // all rights reserved

❝My love will drown you to the depths of the sea.❞ Furat bin Kiyan, the fleet admiral of Al Andalus, is a spy and a rebel on a mission to kill the caliph of Cordoba and claim the throne for himself. But finds himself in trouble at the hands of Rahaf bint Motassem, the caliph's sister. ★ started: april 4, 2023. completed: -

Lilah Hunter doesn't blur lines. As a sharp-tongued corporate lawyer with a ruthless work ethic and a closet full of control, she's has learnt to build her entire life on boundaries, no one gets inside her armor. And definitely not an arrogant, charming billionaire. Theo Grey. Infuriatingly confident, dangerously observant, and hellbent on pushing her buttons. With just a glance, he can unravel the cool, confident woman she's worked so hard to become. He drives her insane... yet she can't seem to escape the way he makes her feel. . . . Then punish me, Lilah," he whispered, low, deliberate, sinful. My name rolled off his tongue like it was made for my lips alone. Heat pooled deep inside me. My mind teetered on the edge of surrender. A dangerous idea struck. I tilted my head, eyes locked on his, and let my fingers drift over his forearm- the one resting on my thigh. Featherlight, I traced up to his bicep, over the curve of his neck, and finally let the back of my hand brush his cheek. My thumb traced over his bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. His gaze followed, wide, hungry, submitting under my touch. "Do I plan on punishing you, Grey?" I murmured, letting my voice drip with false innocence. I bit my lower lip, slow enough for him to notice, and held his eyes while I did it. He seized my wrist with his free hand, fingers strong and possessive. His eyes flicked to my mouth, back to my eyes, then back down again. Every lean forward, every shift of his body screamed that he wanted more. Needed more.