BOOK 1 OF THE STOLEN DUET || "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨." || 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 Is anything but weak, she craves nothing but power and revenge. Revenge towards a certain Russian cold hearted ogre. And she'd kiss any man only to slit his throat seconds later. The devil is very much real. But Adrias Russo is him in shape and form of a Human. The devil would drag you down too hell. Adrias Russo would bring hell too you. And so engulfed you'd not for a second want out. 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎 is the definition of a cold blooded tyrant. An he'd wear the label with honour. Something about poems irked him. Little did he know Morana Giovanni would be the devils favourite poem. I didn't hate her, I hated the way her whole self could agitate me to a limit where I'd supress a emotion of hate towards her. And he didn't want revenge, No that would be too boring for the devil. He would ruin her repeatedly with no fail. Crush her dainty heart which she barely showed to anyone with his bare hands blessed from hell. And then he'd watch it all burn down, Only to repeat it again. Until she was completely ruined. If his soul was black, why did he need any color to his lfie in the least bit? Adrias simply wasn't a human that was born, he's purely nothing but a fire set from the depths of agonising hell. And who knew she would find comfort in the arms of the devil. Because a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

----‎‧₊˚✧ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 #1 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ✧˚₊‧---- Layla Ibrahim has one goal: to excel in school and prove she's the best. The only problem? She just failed a subject, and the last person she wants help from is Louis Miller-the annoyingly charming golden boy who gets perfect grades without even trying. But when circumstances force him to tutor her against his will, their mutual hatred reaches a whole new level. Until they had to strike a deal-one that benefits them both. But as the tension between them shifts from heated arguments to something far more complicated, Layla and Louis realize that what started as a simple arrangement might be harder to navigate than they thought. Enemies. Rivals. Academic disaster waiting to happen. And yet, the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks flying between them. #2 on booklover #4 on bookclub #5 on booktok

poetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.

When Carter Simon is forced to find a new place to live, her only option is to rent a room from a sexy stranger. Could she be exactly what he needs? "Why are you yelling at me? You started this shit!" My voice was loud enough that I was sure the neighbors could hear. "I started this shit?" He let out an unamused laugh. His eyes raking over every inch of my body. "You're the one who decided to prance around the house with your ass out." My blood was boiling. I took a bold step toward him, my hands balled into fists. "Maybe if you took a second to talk to me, I would have known you were home and put pants on!" He stalked toward me and my reflexes kicked in. I placed an open hand to his bare chest and he shivered beneath my touch. His stare softened and instead of storming off, he took a step closer. I could feel his minty breath on my cheek as he leaned forward. "You drive me fucking crazy. You're infuriating, obnoxious, immature and a massive pain in my ass." "If I'm so awful, leave me alone! It'll be like I'm not even here." A low chuckle left him as he closed the little space between us. My heart was beating out of my chest. "You see, I can't do that sweetheart." I swallowed the nervous lump forming in my throat. "And why is that?" "Because as much as you piss me off, I'm addicted to everything about you. Your body, your smell, your annoying ass voice. You're always talking back, and instead of hating you I've started to live for the challenge. You're intoxicating, and I just need you to shut the fuck up." I dared to step closer, closing the space between us. I could see his pulse quicken in his neck, as he tightened his jaw. "Make me."

❝ 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. ❞ 𝐈n which a foretold prophecy brings forth more dysfunction than good in the form of a set of twins. [aemond targaryen x fem!oc] [season 1] [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: strong language, mature and dark topics, power-hungry bitches] ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ [𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄: because of recent events in which my work was stolen, i will not hesitate to take action against copying of any kind. plagiarism is not a game.] [𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐃; I do NOT own House of the Dragon or anything associated with the show. The only thing that belongs to me are my original characters.]

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ━━━ ❝ 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯', 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 ❞ ━━━ 𝐎𝐑 ...... ೃ༄ 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘝𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘰, 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴?" "𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵" "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴." 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼

"You want a job here, Victoria?" He asks quietly, and I swallow beneath his grip. It was hard for me to breathe- much less speak. Fear spills throughout my body at the sudden realization that Nico could completely crush my windpipes if he wanted to. One squeeze and my life will be over. He brings me closer to his face and I freeze when his thumb slides down the side of my neck. It startles me, causing my heart to thrash restlessly against my ribcage. "Consider yourself hired." Head tilted, he looks at me closely. "You just signed your life away to me. I hope it was worth it." •••

' I've fallen for you, and I kind of not know what to do now '

|𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆| - arranged marriage - slowburn - plot twists 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 always knew her fate was to marry rich - to save her family from poverty, even if it meant sacrificing herself. But when her abusive father sells her to the powerful Alvarez family, she realizes she hasn't been promised to a wealthy heir... she's been sold to the mob. Yet, for the first time, Adora tastes freedom away from her suffocating home. In a mansion full of rules, danger, and shadows, she clings to her independence - even when it puts her at odds with those who now control her future. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐙, the reluctant new head of the Spanish Mafia, has been raised to care about nothing but power. But he despises the bloodstained world his father built. He only finds solace in books - the one place he can breathe. When Adora enters his world, fiery and unbroken despite her past, Santiago discovers someone who understands him in ways no one else ever could. But in a house where loyalty is currency and secrets can kill, their connection might cost them everything. Is it possible for two enigmatic people to fall in love? Or perhaps their fate lies within the world around them. Ranking #2 in immersive - 20/11/25 #4 in spanishmafia - 10/11/25 #6 in flirt - 10/11/25 #8 in freedom - 10/11/25 #9 in poor - 10/11/25 #9 in darkacademia - 10/11/25

Chin up sweetheart, she'd kill to see you fall." "You'd let me fall?" She asks. ☆☆☆ Isabella Cooper ☆ Meek.Hollow.Broken.Fragile "She's had her own back throughout her journey, and now she'll fight for theirs too." Eli Parker ☆ Observant.Perceptive.Reluctant.Insightful "She is the only woman I shall worship. She is my eternal belief. Her and only her." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Growing up, Isabella faces numerous challenges that many teenagers can relate to: dysfunctional family, financial struggles, insecurity in high school and social anxiety. However, what sets Isabella's story apart is her determination to overcome these struggles by doing something unconventional - street racing.