"You're supposed to be dead." "And you're supposed to be the best assassin in the world." Celeste Dobrev and Nic Laurant are two of the most cold-hearted assassins in all of Italy. Wanting each other dead, Celeste finally gets her way when she stabs him and leaves him for dead. Or so she thought. Until three months later, when not only he is still alive, but is looking for her for revenge. The don offers her a plan after hearing Nic is still alive; make Nic Laurant fall in love with her by July 31st and kill him on that day, and he will tell her who killed her family 4 years ago. Having one month to make her biggest enemy fall in love with her, she starts her plan called The Art of Deception. But will it be enough to make a man that never feels anything, feel love? Deception can be dangerous. Especially when it wears nothing but high heels and Valentino lipstick.

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 ..... After Matteo Verrati kidnaps Aurora Moretto to save her life, they both agree that it would be safer for her to stay with him because of the threats to her life. Aurora didn't expect to find solace in him, Aurora didn't expect to fall for him and she surely didn't expect to go insane.

There's a thin line between good and evil. Good. Azalea Blanc in one word. Although she is constantly surrounded by crime, she never lets it alters her kind ways. When her job is to deliver food daily to all of the locked-up criminals in the crime capital of New York, she's used to seeing the darkness that can lay within people. Evil. Reese Ricci in one word. He rules the world of crime, killing and smiling in the color of red. By no means is he a kind man. He's ruthless, dangerous, and heartless. That is until he gets captured and thrown into a cell, and a certain girl enters to give him food. While Azalea tempts him into the light, Reese tempts her into the dark. And Azalea quickly realizes, Evil might just taste better than good.

"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

Warning! Lots of smut, violence and course language throughout the story! When Wren is admitted to a psychiatric care facility, she meets nineteen year old Bellamy Dalton and their relationship is rocky to say the least but when Wren mysteriously wakes up in Bellamy's apartment one morning she is stuck with the question if how she got there and if she should stay. Fighting the connection between the two of them they must decide whether to work through their respectful issues or go their separate ways... ----- He had me sitting on the bathroom counter within seconds and I felt his large hands travel up between my thighs. His fingers were between my folds, running up and back gentle at an agonising pace and covering me in warm trickling liquid. "Fuck-" I moaned against his lips as he nicked my clit momentarily. "Is this what you wanted?" He hissed as my breath hitched and he plunged his fingers deep into me. ----- Disclaimer, I wrote this when I was thirteen and had it sitting in my drafts for a year or two before I edited it a little. I kind of hate it now but anyways- hope y'all like it. It's also a pretty short book with a lot going on in only about 20 chapters but I still re-read it from time to time if I get bored, let me know what you think if you decide to read it :) #1 in neardeath | 31/07/21 #2 in neardeathexperience | 13/08/21 #8 in pyschward | 27/08/21 #9 in bpd | 25/02/22

❝You were always my favourite person. ❞ • • • Phoebe wanted nothing more than to get away from her family, so when the opportunity arose, she jumped at it, not knowing what was waiting for her in Paris. Elijah pretended not to like Phoebe, but her smile, her laugh, everything about her made him feel lucky to have seen it. But old feelings never do any good for anyone, don't they? After all though, falling in love is a once in a life time chance. And if there's anything you should know about that, it's that love will consume you. But as everyone says, your past always comes back to haunt you. Either way it will drag you down, and you have the option to sink or swim. The choice is yours whether you ask for help or drown with the guilt you tried to get rid of.

Anybody who is a somebody knows that the blue-blooded heirs of Queens Erlington Academy keep secrets. Never fall in love with a blue blood, or you'll become another one of their secrets. "I'm into girls who I'd forget," he pointed out, eyebrow arching. "And you, you are not forgettable."