#1 dare "Truth or dare, Bella?" Emily yelled, still getting my name wrong, while some boy passed me the vodka bottle. I gladly took it and drank from it. "Dare." I gave her a thrilling look. "Kiss Owen!" she exclaimed and my face dropped. sensitive content! 18+

"See how much he wants to kill me because of you? Well, I'll tell you a secret..." I let out a soft breath, something between a sigh and a moan, as his hands slid up my sides, holding me tighter against him. "You'll be the one to kill me, Nova," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, his lips barely grazing my skin. "You and no one else." 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 What would you do if your boyfriend broke up with you for someone else? Even worse. She is that girl. Popular, shallow and horribly perfect. The one who makes all of your insecurities stand out. So I decided to hit him harder. The only thing that would piss him off more than seeing me with another guy would be seeing me with this guy. Because no one likes it when the enemy takes away something that used to be ours, not even when we left it behind as if it wasn't worth a penny. He hates him and it would be the perfect revenge. It really would if I didn't hate him even more. Growing up with the person you hate most in the world just because he's your brother's best friend is hard enough. Then imagine asking him to fake date you in order to make another guy jealous... Hopeless, huh? Well, consider me a hopeless cause because now, is the time for my revenge. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 This story contains mature themes and inappropriate language, not suitable for all audiences. For a full list of TWs, please go at the beginning of the book, under "author's note". Reader discretion is advised. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 Status: Completed (CURRENTLY IN EDITING) STARTED on the 8th of January 2022 & ENDED on the 26th of February 2025

𝒲𝑒'𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔. ♡♡ 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 grew up with the finest things money could buy, but without the things it couldn't. For the briefest moment, he thought he had found a new mother, his au pair. But then her real child, Valeria, moved in with them, shattering his illusion. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳 grew up watching her mother serve others among luxuries forever out of reach. She longed for the glamorous lives of those who entered the mansion through the front door and dreamed of being the girl in the fashion magazines she could get her hands on. Nicholas made no effort to hide how displeased he was when she was around and always kept his distance, which became impossible once Valeria enrolled at Nicholas's prestigious school. Since then, he made it his mission to pretend she didn't exist, and he succeeded for three years. But when Valeria starts making his life difficult, a new strategy is born. He's going to play with her emotions until she falls for him, only so that he can go back to ignoring her, crushing her feelings. But Valeria is not a fool; she sees right through him. What happens when she decides to play along?

[TO BE EDITED] Book #1 (Princess of Greece) "I have offer for you." I start. "Hmm interesting." He walks towards me and takes cigar pack from nightstand, pulls out one with lips and lights it. "What kind of offer darling?" "Sex offer." He starts coughing. "Excuse me."Covering mouth he takes cigar with middle and index fingers. Pure shock is written on his face. "Let's have sex, just sex. Both of us will be satisfied." I take cigarette from his hand and then put in my mouth. "What do you say? No sleeping together, no commitment, just pure orgasm." "You want to have sex with me." He assures himself. "Don't act like you don't want to rip my clothes off right now, you know you want me." It's my turn to be fucking smug asshole. "Oh yeah?" His eyes slightly squint. "I'm your favorite enemy." My smirk, cockiness, attitude, it's not that bad being in Kent's shoes. I'm very entertained. "Hell yes you are." He murmurs but I hear. "Well then, we'll just have meaningless pleasurable sex." I explain once again. "But still keep pretending that you don't like me." "I do not like you." "Then how will it work?" "I don't need to like you to scream your name, do I?" _____________________________________________

"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

( Highest Rank in Death #2) Being the new girl is hard epically if you are different from everyone else. Veronica is moved in with her aunt because her parents were killed in a car accident. Moving away from her friends was tough but making new ones is tougher. Being known as the most dangerous person and 18 is pretty easy. Austin King has been attending West Side High his whole life. Everyone surrounding him is in his command. Having girls fall to his knee's with no worry about his finding love it is that simple, but of course, that doesn't last forever.

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

Two families The son of one The daughter of the other One, the dark prince of the world in which they live The other, the queen in a world that is entirely her own He is seen and worshipped by all who meet him She is invisible and lives in the shadows Two mysteries Bound by coincidence Repelled by hate A hate so strong that perhaps it could be mistaken for something else He is her dark prince She, his shadow queen But can they put away their shared stubbornness and allow themselves to to give in to each other ? To consume one another To allow themselves to fall Or has the hole they've created been dug too deep ?

Grayson Wallace is out for revenge. As the son of a well known serial killer, Grayson has a reputation that precedes him. Cold, concealed, and above all else, dangerous. Layla Harrington is the opposite. She's easy going and loves to see the best in people. So when she tries to see the best in Grayson, he can't seem to understand why. (Dark themes & language)