"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 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(Completed✔) He was her everything. Until he broke her beyond repair. Until he ruined her.... She was his everything. Until she betrayed him. Until she turned him into a monster.... *3rd place winner of The Writer's Oscar 2019 *Runners up of the Creativity Awards

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛; 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝; 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 romance, drama, comedy, angst ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The elevator doors slid shut, and Heeseung leaned back, his gaze drifting as another employee stood silently beside him. It wasn't until the lobby floor that things changed. The doors opened, and Park Yuri stepped in, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. "Good morning." "Morning," he replied, smirking to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the previous night. The memory made his pulse quicken, and the smirk lingered. The elevator moved again, stopping at the next floor. The other employee stepped off, leaving just the two of them. Without a word, Heeseung reached for her wrist, pulling her close with a force that had her breath catching. "Come here," he murmured, his voice low. She didn't resist, kissing him back almost instantly, her fingers tangling in his shirt as his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Their kiss deepened, urgent, a silent exchange of everything they'd held back. A chime echoed as the elevator neared the next floor. Heeseung pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his smirk returning. "Fix your hair," he said quietly, stepping back as the doors opened. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ lee heeseung x oc ceo lee heeseung x assistant oc workers to lovers longer summary inside highest rankings: #1 enhypen #2 enhypenfanfic #1 heeseung #1 kimsunoo @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

"Hey... B." His voice was quiet, careful, like he was afraid I'd flinch. "You've gotta tell me what I think happened." Beau Sinclair was born into a dynasty of old money, raised on magazine covers, charity galas, and whispered envy. Wealth, beauty, status. She has everything the world tells a girl to want, and she wears it effortlessly. At least, that's what everyone believes. But after one night splits her life clean in half, Beau begins to disappear. At first, it's subtle. Sleeping pills she insists she can control. A small vial she swears is temporary. Bruises she laughs off. A week where no one can find her and no one asks the right questions. The golden girl doesn't fall apart, she fades. When Hayes Hearst returns to their elite Boston boarding school after a long absence, he sees the cracks immediately. He grew up beside her. He knows the difference between Beau performing and Beau unraveling. Privileged, powerful, and dangerously devoted, Hayes refuses to watch her self-destruct, even if saving her means becoming the villain in her story. As their connection reignites into something consuming and volatile, the illusion around them fractures. Their glittering friend group begins to splinter under forced engagements, family empires, and tabloid exposés. Secrets leak. Loyalty is tested. The world that once protected Beau starts feeding on her instead. When her assault becomes public. When rehab becomes a battlefield instead of a cure. When depression steals her voice completely. The question is no longer whether she can survive the world that built her. It's whether she can survive herself.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Seventeen-year-old Aria Castellano thought she knew who she was - a scholarship student, a good daughter, a girl with simple dreams and a mother who made the world feel safe. But when her mother dies in a car accident, the life Aria knew unravels overnight. A letter. A name. A father she's never met. Now she's flying across the country to New York - to a mansion with guards at every gate, brothers who don't know what to make of her, and a father still struggling to accept the daughter he didn't know existed. Her stepmother is kind, her new home beautiful... but nothing about it feels right. At St. Augustine's Academy, power hums beneath every smile and secret. The students there were born into legacies - families bound by alliances older than the school itself, until betrayal tore them apart. Those old rivalries still live on in the halls she walks now, and Aria's arrival is stirring them all back to life. One boy in particular seems to hate her most. He's untouchable, cruel in that effortless way only someone raised in power can be. But behind the sharp words and colder eyes is something else - something that pulls her closer even when she knows she shouldn't look twice. As Aria begins to uncover the truth her mother died protecting, she learns that some secrets were buried for a reason... and that even in a world built on bloodlines and betrayal, the most dangerous thing of all might be the way he looks at her. "Some secrets don't stay buried forever. And Aria Castellano's name might be the one that brings them all back to the light"

"How dare you fucking disobey me," He grits his teeth clenching his fists while glaring at me. "Please let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I beg tears sliding down my cheeks slowly backing away from him. "Didn't I make myself clear already? You will never escape from here." My heart sinks down to my stomach. Anger quickly rising making me splutter two words I'd soon would regret. "FUCK YOU!," I scold. "What did you just say?," he grumbles his chocolate brown eyes three shades darker almost looking black. I gasp, as my back hits the wall watching him close in on me. I try to curve to the side, but he immediately closes me in by stretching both of his arms out. His hands firmly flat against the wall. "Repeat what you just said to me Madison," he evilly mutters his eyes locked with mine. "Leo please," I mumble. "You will learn to obey me," he venomously says his hot breathe hitting my flesh near my ear. Suddenly, his large hand grips my neck tightly chocking me. Both of my hands clutches onto his hand trying to free myself from his grip. "P-pl," I struggle to say while trying to breathe. I can feel the life in me slowly slipping away. My vision starting to blur in and out of focus. Leo suddenly lets go of my neck and I helplessly drop to the floor gasping for air like a fish gasps for water. I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I realize my life could have ended in the hands of this handsome murderer. "Recognize who you are speaking to. No one, I mean no one ever disrespects Leo Castillo, leader of The Red Eagles!", he firmly says his cold eyes glaring down at me. I stay silent completely mute. My body trembling from pure fear scared to say anything that might upset him again. Leo turns his heel walking out of the room locking it from the outside leaving me in shock of what just happened. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" A/N:DO NOT REPRODUCE/COPY ANY TEXT OR MY STORY IN ANYWAY. I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF NECESSARY!

[Book 1 of the Astor Trilogy] Can be read as a standalone __________________________ The entire life of 14 year-old Avery Rose Rossi was filled with hatred, and it was all directed at her. She was born at the rape by her mother. Her 6 brothers grew a strong hatred for Avery when their mother decided to keep her. When her mother was in labour, she died in the midst of giving birth. From that day Avery was seen as an outcast, an omen, unwanted. Her father hated her and died hating her. Every day that Avery is alive she was reminded of how she came into this world and how no one in the family sees her as one of them. She was never shown love or compassion. Does she even know the meaning of those words? Join the journey of Avery Rossi as she navigates through her passage of life. __________________________

I'm Princess Elanora Georges, and my life basically just ended. Why? Because I'm being forced to marry Axel fucking Kingston, a six-foot-something nerd with ugly glasses, perfect posture, and the emotional range of a teaspoon. Oh, and he's completely inexperienced. Like... painfully. So please explain how I went from "I hate him" to "Axel, please... don't stop," completely falling apart under him and forgetting my own name. I swear I don't even know who I am anymore. #1 Royalfamily (Feb 5th) #1 Enemies (Feb 23th) #1 Badgirlgoodboy (March 23)