Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.

*Being Published in 2022* ❝You can't deny that you're attracted to me, Nyx. Instead of fighting it, let's see what happens,❞ he grumbled, hands roaming my body. His thumb brushed my bottom lip. ❝Open up for me, baby.❞ -------------------------------------------------------- Nyx just can't seem to escape her eternal night, the very darkness she was named after. She tries to play her cards right, however, the outcome is a paradox. Whilst she obtains the results she wanted, it comes at the expense of some of her relationships. Angry at the world, her hatred is ravenous for none other than Beckham Hunt, captain of the ice hockey team. Beckham loathes Nyx Taylor after what she's done, that much he is certain of. Nobody boils his blood as she does and when she's hired to assist his team during championship season, he discerns that there's more to her story than meets the eye. She was always the villain in his story. But, suddenly she's the plot twist he never saw coming. Each glare and scowl and insult piles up, put under tremendous pressure by their mutual hatred. Yet, peeking through their fury clouded vision, they find the centre of their relationship blazing. Like two rival stars gravitating towards each other, Nyx and Beckham can do nothing when the law of attraction forces them to accept that passion doesn't always mean hatred, but perhaps something more. [word count: 157,189]

BOOK ONE OF THE ELITE SERIES. After being expelled for the third time, this time for breaking a misogynistic teacher's bones, the secret billionaire heiress Adrianna Saint Laurent has made a deal with her father to attend St Vincent's Academy in her hometown New York City. However, not as an elite she is but rather as a scholarship student. She has a month to prove herself that she is capable of handling and controlling everything on her own. What she didn't expect was to be friends with the four richest boys of the academy, increasing the risk of her identity being found out. Can she survive a month without wrecking any chaos and hiding her identity? But one thing is sure, she hasn't gone anywhere and maintained peace. Chaos is bound to break out. re-written ✔ [ 1 in #projectbadassgirls ] [ 1 in #privateschool ] [ 1 in #projectrichkids] [ 1 in #wealthy ] [ 1 in #elites] [ 1 in #rich] [ 2 in #teenromance ]

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

(PREVIEW) *Identity is published on Amazon* Secrets define you, love will break you. Trinity used to be the life of the party. She enjoyed music. However, that all changed when she lost someone she loved. Now, she can't stand to hear a single melody. Once wild and courageous, she has now turned into someone who runs away from her problems. She acts stone-cold, but on the inside, she just wants someone to love. Leonidas lives off music. After all, he and his siblings didn't become one of the most famous bands worldwide for no reason. The blinding lights and the roar of the crowded stadium fuelled him. But not anymore. Leonidas has become a shell of the person he once was. Now, he's everything you want to stay away from-moody, tatted, and full of sarcasm. What happens when Leonidas, who is known to the world as the lead singer in Times Three, is forced to move into the small town Trinity lives in? He quickly discovers that Trinity doesn't know his true identity. Will he tell her who he really is? Or will he keep the biggest secret about himself and break her in the end? A rockstar and a girl who hates music - what could go wrong if they fell in love? Everything. *** Rankings #1 in Band #1 in Singer #1 in Bands #40 in Romance

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"You don't put up too good of a fight." I swung again, this time hitting his chest. "Who says I'm putting up a fight?" I paused. "What?" He deadpanned. "I'm sorry." I hate apologies. I sighed, lowering my hands to my side. "Jesus, Easton, what's your motive here?" ~~~ Mary Jay Everette is a special girl. She's definitely not a usual perfect character. She has quite the mouth, no filter whatsoever. She's been through hell and back twice and holds grudges. Her attitude was bound to get her in trouble somewhere along the line, but being sent to boarding school was last on her bucket list. Her Aunt Apple made it clear she wanted no trouble and a low-profile. Mateo Easton. It would be a dramatic overstatement to call him generic. Nothing about Matteo Easton was simple. As sweet as he looked, he was extremely far from the word. His sarcastic demeanor made him interesting , confusing, and annoying, all at once. He has his past as well, but how long can he run from it? They're both hard to intrigue, yet both love a challenge. Will Mary Jay be able to keep her promise even with a whole new life thrown at her? Pft, of course not, this is wattpad. *I do not own any rights to this cover photo.*

Two families The son of one The daughter of the other One, the dark prince of the world in which they live The other, the queen in a world that is entirely her own He is seen and worshipped by all who meet him She is invisible and lives in the shadows Two mysteries Bound by coincidence Repelled by hate A hate so strong that perhaps it could be mistaken for something else He is her dark prince She, his shadow queen But can they put away their shared stubbornness and allow themselves to to give in to each other ? To consume one another To allow themselves to fall Or has the hole they've created been dug too deep ?

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)