Opposites attract. Right? Love stories claim that there is no truer phrase. That there is nothing more romantic than two people discovering each other, realizing they don't hate each other as much as they thought they did. Real life shows that it is a little more complicated than they want us to believe and to be cautious. Jennifer and Destiny, on the other hand, think that feeling that kind of attraction is nothing but a torture, a curse. Just a bad twist of fate. Yet that is exactly how their story began. With a terrible accident and two pairs of eyes lost in each other for a second too long. Just enough to set off a spark. Love stories would say that the spell is fulfilled, the attraction is born and a happy ending is assured. Real life would suggest staying grounded and not getting overwhelmed by passion. Jennifer and Destiny think it would have been better if they had never met.

In the kingdom of Lunaria, everyone is born with a power. But some are born with far more. They are called the Bound Ones. Their soul can only unite with one other. A perfect half. A half that cannot be found. Princess Selyne is one of them. At twenty-four moon cycles, she still has not found hers. Not among princes. Not among princesses. And her power is fading, just like her kingdom, slowly consumed by an ancient curse. For years ago, Lunaria cast out its own. Those whose skin, features, and magic were deemed unacceptable. Those now called... witches. Yet a prophecy whispers that a royal soul, united with the right half, could restore everything. But Selyne no longer believes it. So she runs. And beyond the White Line... she meets her. Neyara. A witch. An enemy. An inevitability. The one she was meant to hate. But some souls are not chosen. They eclipse

They used to dance side by side - Ekaterina and Floralie, best friends, inseparable. Until one betrayal turned them into rivals. Floralie did the one thing Kate could never forgive: she stole her first boyfriend. Years later, Kate makes sure they meet again. Same stage, same dream, same role - the Spring Gala. This time, she's determined to win. To shine. To make Floralie regret everything. Maybe even to take back the boy she lost. But what begins as revenge slowly turns into something else. Every step, every touch, every look brings back what she tried to bury. And what if Kate isn't who she thought she was? What if envy was never the real story between these two rivals ?

Adrian After a night that should have been filled with passion, it was an utter disaster. When you finally have your chance and you blow it, you think that there is no way that fate would ever let you have a second chance. And yet fate has a way of surprising you. After one single photo that was taken and uploaded online, my world was completely spiralled into something I had not been prepared for. When I have the opportunity to make things right the second time around, I decide to take it without knowing what to even do. And not only do I end up fake dating the one girl who has been clouding my mind ever since that night three years ago, but I also get thrown into a world that I was not prepared to enter. I'm an introvert. I enjoy peace and quiet, I enjoy staying in my studio with my headphones on and blasting music to help me get into a zone. I don't like raised voices, high energy spaces or anything that deems to be unorganised or complicated. And yet the one woman I have to fake date, is the exact opposite of what I actually need in my life. She's loud. She's energetic. She's a wild ivy. And yet I find myself completely drawn to her, despite the world that she comes from. Our father's have a deep rivalry between each other, ever since high school that they have not been able to bridge that gap. And yet I cannot find myself in any capacity, to hold that against her too. When this is suggested to us, we agree it will only last for a short amount of time until it ends. And yet I find myself wanting the clock to slow down, wanting more time with her before we have to part. Our fathers might hate each other. But we certainly don't. Dahlia Adrian Martinez. A gentleman wrapped in tailored suits, golden boy smiles, and a quiet nature. Ultimately a perfect candidate for dating, if he wasn't so quiet. Our father's have a long standing rivalry with each other that we don't understand because of how long ago it was, but we don't share that same sentim

Avery I know I don't feel things the way other people do, it's like I'm empty and hollow on the inside, I mimic people's emotions, to pass off as normal. A family that came and went when I reached the age of 18. I barely remember my father and mother's face, when it's not through a phone screen. I have worked too hard to lose my place, and when I'm moved to London for a more permanent position for my law company. Leaving me in search of a new home designer and interior wise. That's when trouble hits my door. A redhead, with fiery green eyes and a bratty mouth who can't seem to keep it shut. Harper Monroe. My little menace. A pain in my fucking heart, if I had one. She fights me at every turn, makes crude jokes, tests me when she thinks I won't break. But then the thing with ice is, it doesn't always break, sometimes it melts. Harper I was trouble, loud, and sometimes though a lot of the time caught in the wrong crowd Mostly it ended up happening when I went to parties, trying to dull the void that sits in my heart now. I am in a constant battle of telling a lie and telling the truth, but the truth never seems to come to the surface, only the lies that I can only hold off on for so long. They think my family is rich like theirs, which isn't a complete lie, at least not until a year ago. They think my boyfriend makes me happy, but what they don't know is it's all a lie. But when a new job surfaces I can't afford to not take it. But that's when the job is to not only design a home and create it, but it's also to work alongside the customer. The cold woman whose eyes pass over me, but somehow when I watch her, she catches me watching her right back, and instead of looking away, she holds eye contact like she's intrigued before she catches herself. I tease her, I taunt her, I test her at every opportunity. I flirt and she snaps, I touch her and she snaps, but when it's the roles reversed. Well that's a different story entirely.

Atlas I know I have psychotic episodes that cause me to have violent tendencies that I act on without thinking twice. I am a violent guy. I am worse than the worst. And yet can you blame me, after the things I've been through? Growing up without a father, and a mother who at the start could barely cope. A younger sister, who's only male figure in her life was me. A family that went from nothing. I wasted my time away, being a good boy for my family, for my mother, for my sister. I have decided to act on those violent sides of myself, to relieve myself of the constant pressure and constant voices, pushing me to do the things. I was in no position to stop. Until I met Elijah Grey. A good boy, who's eyes pass over me, ignore me, push me out of his mind and yet I find myself wanting to be the only thing on his mind. I was obsessed with wanting to ruin him, wanting to see what would happen if I undid one perfect button from his shirt, and to ruffle his hair. What would happen if a good boy, turned bad. Let's find out. Elijah I'm a model son, a good boy, but the demons inside of me say otherwise. I am in a constant battle of wanting to be a good son, and also feeling like a stranger in my own body. I feel like my life is constantly going one hundred miles per hour, and I can't seem to slow it down. For now, I am my father's son. Take over his business when the time is right, that is only if my swimming team doesn't pay off in the long run. So why does Atlas Moreno, suddenly make me question everything. A brat prince. The bane of my existence. The bad boy, who has extremely violent tendencies, a kink that involves him getting off when he puts his fist to someone's face. And I have ended up getting caught in his eye-line. Everywhere I turn he's standing right there. Why is someone as twisted, psychotic and strange like him, chosen me to be his next fixation. And I'm not sure I want to know what the reason is.

Delilah I was always the star daughter, even if my temper at school made me a troublemaker, I had been looking after my sisters since I was ten. I lost the love of my life at fifteen. I thought nothing could get possibly get worse, that was until I met her. Abby Bove. My worst enemy, and my darkest temptation. She continues to test me. Making me lose control, with this game we play on who will bite first. I bite every time, in hopes she'll run in fear, but it only brings her closer. But I think deep down we both don't want this game to end, because then we have to admit something, something that we both are terrified of. But now I'm starting to doubt my own self - control. She was a temptation. And I was beginning to be tempted. Abby Delilah Marie Blackwood. The worst girl to ever exist. The devil incarnate, who walks with her head held high, and her nails perfectly sharp like her grey eyes. Even when I think my day was going great, it ruins the instant she looks in my direction. She was taller. Colder. Ruder. And the daughter of a Billionaire. And way out of my league. But so was I. She thinks I'll bow down to her like all the others do in fear. That I'll admit I'm scared of her. But I'm not. Her reserved and cold interior, were ones that always made me annoyed and yet so captivated by her. Because even when I'm not looking at her, I always feel her eyes trail over me. I might be making a mistake, playing this game with her. But I am far from done with it. She was heartless, and ruthless with those stormy grey eyes, and those soft yet cold lips. She was everything I should stay away from. Yet I found myself inching towards her. One time I looked at her with nothing but curiosity and attraction, now I look at her with curiosity and a deep burning hatred as she does me. I never wanted the easy life, and by the looks of it neither does she.

Any man in his right mind would stop. Forget her. Erase her. Never look back. But I'm not a good man. And I'm definitely not right. I saw her once. Now she's everywhere. In my head. In my sheets. In the hollow of my chest. When I fuck it's her name I choke on. Her hips I grip. Her mouth I imagine under mine. I ruin strangers just to feel her. When I sleep, she's the only dream. When I touch myself, she's the only heat. She doesn't get a choice. I don't want her yes. I want her gasp. I'm gonna make her mine. Like it or not. Minel Madden will be mine.

I shouldn't have come back to his house. Not after what happened. He's off-limits, older, untouchable. But the way he looks at me... the way I feel around him... It's all wrong. Endlessly wrong. ♡♡︎♡︎ Jade Stojanović has one goal; to provide for her three-year-old son. A short visit to see her cousin was supposed to be harmless a few days, to make her son happy. She didn't plan to stay in Fabio Civalli's home, her cousin's father, a man known for his quiet strength and kind soul. She didn't plan for it to happen. And she definitely didn't plan to come back. But work calls her to Italy again, and the memories she left behind are waiting... just like he is.

What did I do to end up in this situation? A marriage I had no say in, to a man I've never met before. I didn't even know his name... until the moment my world crumbled. I'm paying for an accident I never should have been part of, an accident that stole everything from me, even the ability to breathe. Now, I'm trapped in this forced marriage with a stranger, with no way out. He's a man I barely know, and yet I can't say no. I'm bound by the circumstances, caught in the web of his world, and I can't escape. But maybe, in time, I'll learn to survive this... and perhaps, even find something I never expected. ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Aurora D'Angelo, an Italian mafia princess, is trapped in an arranged marriage with a man colder than stone. She doesn't want him, she hates him, yet could time turn their forced union into something more?