{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3

Ms.Juliet entered CEO, Mr.Kingston' office for the first time in her 3 years of working for the Kingston corporation. All he got to ask her are few weirdest questions "Being a Kingston employee your salary is not sufficient?" "Do you like sketching?" "What is your favourite lingerie brand?" Henry Kingston, proud successor of his grandfather Philip Kingston, is a man of few words & dignified billionaire who reached this position by proving his worth in the most difficult environment created by his grandpa who believes wealth & social position comes to those who endure struggle, puts in great efforts to break his own records every single day. Juliet Rozana, a young promising employee of The Kingston corporation, a Stanford student, passionate about finance, always performs to satiate her high personal standards & never lags at work. How does a 23 year old young secretary gets to take charge of 'The Kingston corporation'? Read the story to know more.. *** Credits to the respective owners for all the pictures used in the story.

Love can appear in the most unexpected of ways. Like a pizza, for example. In order for Rayleigh Brooks to pay for her freshman year of college, she and her best friend move into an apartment with three new roommates, all of whom are sophomore guys she doesn't really know. Amidst the unanticipated chaos of moving in, meeting her roommates, school starting, and ultimately changing the rest of her life forever, Ray can't help but feel pizza is the one constant she still has. But when she calls a local pizza place she endures an embarrassing conversation with the deep, amused voice on the other end of the phone. And the embarrassment only increases when Ray discovers the source of the sexy voice is one of her new roommates. This is a story about first love (realistic fiction), and entails drunken parties, hilarious roommates, and new experiences. Excerpt: I feel his eyes run over my party-ready state and something in my chest tightens. I study his face carefully, unable to look away even if I wanted to. I can almost feel his heated gaze on my skin as he runs his eyes up and down my body, his icy irises glinting with an unfamiliar expression that sets off something deep and molten in my core. There is a smoldering flame behind his cool blue eyes that is alight with a burning passion, and it makes my skin and blood and bones feel like the kindling to a fire waiting to be ignited. If he so much as moves or breathes or steps any closer, I am sure it will be the end of me. (Not completed, includes some cursing and is mildly graphic, so please don't read it if this bothers you)