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🏅featured twice on Romance's reading list 🏅featured on Chicklit's reading list 🏅featured twice on AmbassadorIN's reading list 🏅featured in one of the AmbassadorIN's books 🏅featured in one of the Ambassador's books and reading list ❝We are not just friends or co-workers. But you can call it what you want.❞ *** Laavanya Shaw has been going to her best friend's private island to spend summer with her family ever since she remembers. This one month trip has been Laav's favorite part of the year. Julie's cousins have made her feel welcomed and treated her as their own family--well, except for Ryker who has always seemed to despise her. This year, however, things are different. She has been rejected by six job placements, losing feelings for her sweet boyfriend and cherry on top, Ryker has been unnaturally kind and open which makes Laavanya question his feelings. But everything begins to spiral out when Ryker shows up unannounced at her new job and not just as an employee but rather as her boss. Despite being warned to not develop feelings for her new boss by her Editor In Chief, Laavanya finds it hard to stay away from Ryker--not when he can't stay away from her either. And worst of all? It doesn't seems like he hates her after all. Either way, things are about to get really, really messy. [word count: 50,000 to 60,000 ]

You look like a g o d e s s The most extravagant o n e Honey, remind me again & tell me how did y o u Fall for m e

And then I heard the boring ringtone again. She was no longer on the other side of the line. Pearl swore. I want Pearl. #129 in short story

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Bevve ancora. Ancora di più. Chiuse gli occhi e davanti a sé immaginò il sorriso di sta mattina, le labbra rosse come ciliegie e le guance rosate come fiori di pesco, oggi era riuscito a vivere un po' di più. Succedeva il venerdì, non si sentiva più lui, forse perché illuminato dalla sua luce, forse perché il ricordo di lei ricuciva brandelli della sua anima. Ma per ogni ricordo felice ce ne era uno pronto a buttarlo giù. Come le sere ad aspettare davanti a quei piatti di zuppa che diventavano sempre più freddi. Poi finalmente aveva smesso di aspettare. Gli sarebbe bastato un solo perché da poter chiedere. La spiegazione dei genitori sul loro abbandono. Perché di punto in bianco non si erano più fatti vivi? Nemmeno un addio. Finì la bottiglia. << Tesoro, dovresti lasciare quel bicchiere e posare le tue labbra su di me.>> Questa storia è ambientata nella Parigi del'800. Adrien è un popolano romantico e dall'animo dannato, ma ha un segreto sulla sua identità. Marinette è la principessa di Francia, figlia di un re che per proteggerla l'ha tenuta chiusa nel castello, per via della sua tanto decantata bellezza. Come avranno fatto ad incontrarsi?

(COMPLETA) Inghilterra, 1880. Vincent Jenkins è un giovane borghese tormentato da un oscuro passato. Freddo e razionale, si mostra indifferente al mondo che lo circonda. Sempre alla ricerca di novità che possano smuovere la sua vita dalla monotonia, si imbatterà in Sophie: una ragazzina malata di umili origini completamente diversa dagli altri, dotata di una spiccata intelligenza e di un animo sensibile che lo colpiranno fin dal primo momento. Vedendo in lei del potenziale decide di portarla con sé, salvandola da una morte prematura, per istruirla. Presto Sophie diventerà l'unico spiraglio di luce e purezza nella sua vita fatta di peccati ma al tempo stesso si trasformerà nel suo peggior nemico in quanto finirà inevitabilmente per avvicinarsi troppo al suo cuore.

"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