NIKO VOLKOV is a reckless romantic, who struggles to meet an expectation that exceeds his own standards. Young VOLKOV has recently had the privilege of owning many chains across North America, after having chosen to follow down his father's path, ALEX VOLKOV. Work can be overwhelming and as his reputation may seem mature, he is still a young adult with young taste...in music. He has a calming sense listening to his favourite artist, jagged star, pushing him through workload. Addicted. With being twins and all, he seems to keep finding himself around Sofias best friend, by choice? You'd like to think something was familiar. CAMILLA VON ASHEBERG is a rebel princess, after having been born in to a strict respectable world, her duties as princess remains the same. As for every young spirited heart, hides a dream. CAMILLA has found a calming sense in music and has since she was little, and has found it growing. Her life belongs on the stage, not on a throne. Disagreements and duties however hold her back, but does that stop her? No. After realising the only person who understands her is her best friend, SOFIA VOLKOV..her being twins and all follows along her cold aspirated brother NIKO VOLKOV.

Kat Taylor a writer for Spotlight Magazine is given a new assignment. To shadow Pierre Gasly for 2 weeks. The one problem she knows nothing about the sport or who he is. Thrown into this new world she needs to learn what she can for her article and not fall for the guy while she's at it. (Fast burn) (Inspired by The bold type and Lauren Asher Dirty air series)

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"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