{☀️🌼🏖️} ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘓𝘌𝘌 𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘟 𝘐𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙'𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋． 𝙊𝙍 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘟 𝘚𝘌𝘌𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘚 𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘋'𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘚𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙， 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘎𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘜𝘗． 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅 𝘅 𝗳! 𝗼𝗰 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭/𝟰 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 {𝗸𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯}

Mallory Kane isn't a regular 17-year-old teenage girl who goes to high school. In fact, she's never even been to school. Mallory grew up to a relentless father who trained her to be killer since she was 5. Forced to kill who ever. Robbed of a happy ending or so she thinks.

He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. ♔ Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox - the troubled badboy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? ♔ cover by : @strayinspace

"The moment his eyes landed on me, I felt like having a déjà-vu" ____________________________________ "You look so divine." "Thank you, love." Cover is not from me.

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, etc.)

"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 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐍𝐎𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 an 18-year-old ballet dancer. This is her first year at one of the best performing arts colleges in New York, Juilliard. Trying to be perfect and live up to her parent's expectations, she never catches a break. Working to keep her grades, and practicing her dance routines. She is hell-bent on getting the lead solo in this year's Winter charity event, and nothing will get in the way of that. 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐄 a 19-year-old football player at Columbia University in New York. This years team is slacking, and Coach is fed up. When enough becomes enough, Coach sends Hero and the team to Juilliard to work on their foot work, after working something out with the ballet teacher. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 when Hero decides to spark up a conversation with Noelle and she wants nothing to do with it or him? What problems come with Hero and Noelle?

"She's hot." "Yeah, I know. I'm kinda jealous..." "I'm gonna ask her out." "Are you crazy? You're asking for a death wish." "What's so wrong with me asking her out?" "Everything! You just can't." "Why!?" "Because she belongs to the king." - Mia White was just an ordinary girl that walked the face of earth. She was who people looked up to. She had good grades, was the kindest person you'd ever meet, and was breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone in ClearHills Academy loved her. But, there were also some who feared and despised her. Some people hated Mia because she was known as 'little miss perfect' and because she was claimed by the one who practically owned everything. Besides her best friend, Sarah, not many people approached her. Most people feared that if they were to do something wrong, it would anger him. And that was the last thing people wanted. Ace King was someone not to mess with. His father owns a powerful company that he would soon take over. He was what parents told their kids not become. He was the bad boy of ClearHills Academy. Ever since Ace first laid eyes on her as kids, she was what he wanted most. Mia was the only person who he'd drop on his knees and bow down to, she was the only person he cared not to be feared by. She was the only who could tame him. - "What is it dear? Do you want something else?" his mother asked, looking down to see his attention focused on something. Or rather, someone. "Her," he said, pointing at a girl, sitting on a small wooden stool with a book in her hands. "I want her." - ❝Everyone knows she belongs to him.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] Highest Ranking #1 - 01/27/18 | Billionaire #1 - 02/01/18 | Romance STARTED on November 7, 2017

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay