After discovering that her boyfriend of three years is cheating on her with his girl best friend, Yasemin Hogan knows she can do way better than a little material revenge. Julian broke her heart, she will break his. By fake dating his enemy. Elijah Harden seems like the man for the job. Attractive, tall and smart; fake dating him sounds pretty fun. They just need to write down some rules. Like, we don't touch each other behind closed doors, only in public. We have to sleep in the same place. We stay together during parties. And above all, we don't fall in love. Well, easy. Yasemin and Elijah don't get along. It's been five years of fierce academic rivalry between them. Five years of hatred. Five years of winter. However, as they start fake dating, the forced proximity ignites terrible feelings inside them. And leads the two rivals to face a new reality : the winter between them is the warmest season. COLLEGE ROMANCE [This story contains adult scenes. Also mentions of: anxiety, mourning/death, eating disorder, abusive relationship, SA, child abuse/neglect, alcohol/drugs/insults, life threatening disease] Started : 23/10/2021 HIGHEST RANKINGS : #1 in RIVALRY, ACADEMICS and TENSION #2 in ARROGANT and ENEMIES #3 in RIVALS #4 in STEAMY #6 in COLLEGEROMANCE #8 in COLLEGE #5 in FAKERELATIONSHIP #1 in SWIMMER

"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