Stephen Chbosky once said, "We accept the love we think we deserve." This is not just a collection of poems but my feelings compiled together ♥ Enjoy!

As Neil Perry's cousin from France arrives in Essex she would never have thought to ever find love again. After she has been cought with a boy in bed, he has been sent to a military school and she was suspended for six weeks and sent home. Now she's under the strict control of her uncle and aunt, who have taken her in since her parents left her and that don't tolerate this reckless behaviour anymore. But as she can't suppress her true self, she finds a way to sneak out to Welton Academy where she gets introduced to the Dead Poets Society, a group of boys, including her cousin, that want to make more of their lifes than just doctors and attorneys. Especially this one adventurous boy catches her attention and a dangerous romance begins to flourish. As they all try to follow their dreams, they risk not only their place at the school but also the chances of their future and the one of their supportive teacher Mr. Keating. And with risk there also comes loss. As a tragedy unfolds she has to decide whether she can keep her faith or will fall under the strict plans of her uncle.

Getting married to the person you loathe is the worst nightmare ever. But for Leona Wilbrose, this nightmare came true when she was forced into a marriage with her childhood enemy, Rafe Andrews. Someone who's arrogant, rude and has no manners while talking to her. Just her. As for everyone else, he's the perfect man to ever exist. Why does he hate her? Well, she has no idea. Why does she hate him? Cause he hates her. Both of them belonged to reputed families, with Rafe being a self made billionaire and Leona being the heir to her father's company. But when destiny starts to play its game and feelings start to grow...then maybe being married to your enemy wasn't a bad idea. _____________________________________________ I was breathing heavily. His lips a breath away from mine. He gripped my jaw firmly in between his fingers. His eyes were dark and blazing with rage. When he spoke, his voice was low and sounded dangerous and husky. "You pull this trick ever again and I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a fucking whole week." Most Impressive Ranking: #1 in shortstories #1in arrangedmarriage #3 in billionaire (In case you are wondering why the hell there's a hashtag next to the title, numbering it...go read my bio.)