𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 (:

When vengeance strikes in the form of a bullet out for the princess's blood, Princess Aleia VonAuclair must flee the heart of her country in order to protect the people she loves and take back the pieces of her soul she'd lost to the girl she once loved like a sister - the same girl who'd turned out to be the one hidden beneath the assassin's mask all along. ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Princess Aleia VonAuclair's twenty-first birthday was set to mark the beginning of a new era; a celebration of a country and their princess reborn after a deathly battle that put an entire nation neck-to-neck with Asrea's infamous serial killer. While Aleia struggles to twine the identities of the girl she'd once played dress up with to the girl history writes down as the heartless slayer of innocents, the rest of the world will forever remember her only as her legacy: Asrea's renowned Harbinger of Death. But when terrors of a sharpshooter and his lethal bullet striking for vengeance erupts the nation into utter chaos, the princess is forced to flee thousands of miles away from her home and the people she holds dear to her heart. Hidden between the shadows of a new city, Aleia is ordered keep her head down and her heart locked tight until they capture the man set out for the princess's blood. No distractions, no attachments, and absolutely no mistakes. If only it were that simple. If only if it weren't for the man whose cold, green eyes seem to pierce straight through her soul and into the buried depths of the secrets tearing her life apart by the seams. The man whose own shadows threaten to unveil hers. ♡♡♡ Completed on 9/3/2024 #1 in YoungAdult 🥇 #1 in TeenRomance 🥇 #2 in HiddenIdentity 🥈

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

You were a 21 year old who witnessed a crime committed by a mafia, not to long after you were kidnapped . You are now in the hands of a mafia leader a gangster let's see how the outcome is All pictures used in this story come from Pinterest

****** " I am used to the idea of loving you. So no matter how much it hurts me, I can't stop loving you. " - Vhope **** Taehyung Someday it will stop bleeding Someday I would stop loving you Someday I will look past you but till than I will let it bleed ,my heart. Hoseok Fuck this shit called love. *********** Includes Vhope Boy x Boy ANGST Bad at description so read it anyways . Also cover credits to rightful owner.

Captain of the hockey team and arrogant womanizer Weston has nothing in common with Gracie, a carefree musical theatre nerd who doesn't mind having dirty laundry on the floor. After accidentally becoming roommates, all hell breaks loose. The two enter an all-out war filled with pranks and...some flirtatious tension? The goal = make each other's lives so miserable until one of them eventually moves out. Gracie isn't backing down, but unfortunately, neither is Weston.

"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

The main character of the story has a day off and intends to spend it relaxing at home, when he sees an unexpected emergency alert message on his TV, warning him to stay inside. However, when he starts hearing the screams outside his house, he realizes there may be more to the broadcast than just bad weather...

Private investigator Torres is struggling with alcoholism and his business is failing, when a suspicious person walks into his office, asking him to find her daughter, Alexandra. The detective soon finds out that children have been going missing in the town of Northberry and his investigation will lead him down a dark path he never expected to follow...

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