We were off-limits from the start. I'm the governor's daughter. He's a Bratva mafia boss. Falling for each other was out of the question. But when I met Dante Levitsky at his nightclub, I thought he was my prince charming- not the monster waiting to destroy my world. Tall, tattooed, and dangerously handsome, with Mediterranean blue eyes you could drown in- Dante was impossible to resist. After the accident that nearly killed me, he felt like my second chance at life. So when he asked me to be his secret, I said yes. Until the lies unraveled. Until I found out he had a plan... One that involved revenge against my father. I wasn't supposed to fall for the villain. But I did. And now, I'm his new obsession. He's taking everything. Including me. When love collides with vengeance, who walks away unbroken?

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

It all began when Lil Miss Perfect, always punctual and polished, was about to enjoy her favorite chocolate. Just as she was unwrapping it, her pesky neighbor-snatched it and ate it with a smug grin. That single act sparked a rivalry that would last for ages. From then on, it was prank for prank. Sticky notes on her window? Classic him. Hair Dye in his shampoo? Her perfect revenge. As academic rivals, they were constantly competing in school, and being neighbors only made things worse. Each day brought a new prank and a deeper reason to hate him. Yet, beneath the tricks and competition, there was a tension neither of them could quite explain. And as they say, enemies make the best lovers, but the question is will they?