❝ the pain they cause will always be something to forgive, but never forget... ❞ Trouble brews between a random group of girls and the school's most popular boys. The Kings. Aleyuh Sinclair isn't someone who lets people walk all over her. Well except one person. Having an friends with benefits with the most rich and powerful King, Damon Aetos wasn't on her list. But lo and behold. Their relationship was always rocky. But when a new guy comes along, their relationship crumbles. Or does it? Nadia Chen is a very timid girl. She minds her own business and she's in her own world most of the time. But one party just happens to unite her to her opposite. Jace Davenport. Who also happens to be a King. He's supposed to be the nice one. But not when it comes to Nadia. Kamilla Santiago wasn't a dumb blonde. She was just slower at learning things. So getting tutoring from Ezra Madeira was no problem. But it just happens that said King wants nothing to do with the human race. So how does their relationship turn from tutoring to a fake relationship? Avalon Sinclair was fine being the school's rich bitch. That was until her relationship with Apollo Santiago fell apart. He broke her heart and how he wants it back. Even when there are...complications. Julianna Saballos was a disappointment. She knew it in her heart. It's what everyone thought of her. She didn't let it affect her though. That's until Micah Abdul showed up, hating her in the process. He unlikely showed her that her life was worth living. Even if he didn't mean it. Watch and read as these girls are thrown into life's worst situations. They have to battle everything. Especially love...hate. Multiple POV'S

Book #2 of the (trapped in series) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Kylie Deborah King Innocently raised by her top mafia family of America, a gorgeous girl with long and curly black hair with blue eyes. You'd instantly fall in love with her. Not very short but not very tall. Friendly, and passionate, people die to be her friend. Guys begging to be with her but the thing is she doesn't do relationships, she doesn't do hookups or any of that rebellious behavior. She likes one person the most in the world after her parents though, but she's not sure she should stir things up between the two. She thinks keeping it low key is the best decision for now, unless he's the one to make a move first. Lain D'arcy Yves With only his mother in his life he wasn't really lucky, but with one girl always on his side he managed and got raised to his feet. Had brown hair but died it black since it made him look 'hotter' as he said. Hazel eyes that were so beautifully mixed with green and brown. So tall, very tall he sure ate his vegetables, and he ate them right. Kylie's Best Friend, and a lot more people. He's attractive, and has a girlfriend. Lots of girls are jealous of his girlfriend...that includes Kylie but she's good at hiding her emotions at some occasions. Lain is a smoker, a drinker, a party kind of guy, but it's unknown if he hooked up with girls daily or not, since he has a girlfriend I think he doesn't go around doing stuff, but that's still bad. Always keeping an eye on Kylie whatever she does, but he can't do anything, he's locked up. He keeps his distance. And that isn't making the situation any 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