❝You were always my favourite person. ❞ • • • Phoebe wanted nothing more than to get away from her family, so when the opportunity arose, she jumped at it, not knowing what was waiting for her in Paris. Elijah pretended not to like Phoebe, but her smile, her laugh, everything about her made him feel lucky to have seen it. But old feelings never do any good for anyone, don't they? After all though, falling in love is a once in a life time chance. And if there's anything you should know about that, it's that love will consume you. But as everyone says, your past always comes back to haunt you. Either way it will drag you down, and you have the option to sink or swim. The choice is yours whether you ask for help or drown with the guilt you tried to get rid of.

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

"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

FAKE DATING "We are more than friends but less than lovers." - "Oh go to hell, I was trying to have an epiphany," I mutter as he pulls me onto the bed, leaving a light kiss on my shoulder. "If you're in the passenger seat, then I'll go anywhere sweetheart." 1 - #champagneproblems 09/12/21 3 - #summer 14/02/22 4 - #alltoowell 19/12/21 13 - #swift 05/01/22 05 - #onebed 03 - #lover 11 - #summerromance 05/01/22

"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 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When Valentina Alvarez has no choice but to move to a boarding school, her luck seems to run out. Being placed in the last room available means having to share with the schools notorious jock and player, Jordan Evans. They claim to despise each other, but under all the pride and dignity, they desire each other just as much. Is Valentina truly unlucky, or was being introduced to Jordan a godsend? - "Yes, I am the boyfriend of your beautiful daughter." He grins down at me, one arm snaking around my waist as he pulls me close against his chest. What is going on in this dumbass's brain? Is he crazy, trying to play along and fool my own mother. He must be out of his mind. Maybe I am too for going along with this. "Isn't he wonderful mama?" I smile and reach up on my tiptoes, planting a kiss on his cheek. The hand around my waist stills for a moment, clearly surprised by my action, before it grips tighter, hugging me close. Any tighter and I'll lose blood circulation. My mother's eyes dart warily between the two of us before she sighs and slumps her shoulders in defeat. "Wow, you've really moved on from Juan, haven't you?" Relief floods from my shoulders when I realise she bought it. My mother. Actually believed that Jordan freaking Evans was my boyfriend. As if I would ever want to purposely go anywhere remotely near that creature for free. The moment my mother turned to look around my dorm room I felt the heat of him against my neck and my heart almost immediately started pumping a hundred beats a second. Damn you hormones. I needed to get laid. Soon. His warm breath fanned against my ear, his muscled arms still around my waist, and he whispered against my skin, "Either you're an amazing actor, or I think you've got a thing for me." start date- 29 July 2022