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𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 | 18+ COMPLETED by honeywriites
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[RE-EDITING] BOOK 1 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES β™₯︎ π‘πžπ’π§πš β€’ The heart of the Guerreros, their princess of the Spanish Mafia, their only sister and known as the 'La asesina del Corazon. What happens when one of her brothers drunkenly hacked into the Valiente's bank account? They threaten her brothers to kill Reina or they say yes to a hand in marriage. And of course, her brothers say yes. π’πšπ§π­π’πšπ π¨ β€’ The don of the Valiente's mafia. He's also Spanish and the man whose bank account got hacked. When he finds out, he wants to take revenge instantly and that was either by killing Reina or marrying her. And so he decides to marry her. When secrets reveal about their past, they have to fight their enemies together. Hatred is amongst them but will their lust and love stop the hate? In the end, She was his mafia queen and he was her mafia king.
Rivals (#3) by linaawritess
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{π˜‰π˜–π˜–π˜’ π˜›π˜π˜™π˜Œπ˜Œ π˜–π˜ π˜›π˜π˜Œ π˜“π˜–π˜π˜Œπ˜“π˜Œπ˜šπ˜š π˜›π˜™π˜π˜“π˜–π˜Žπ˜  } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3
Misfits (#2) by linaawritess
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{π˜‰π˜–π˜–π˜’ π˜›π˜žπ˜– π˜–π˜ π˜›π˜π˜Œ π˜“π˜–π˜π˜Œπ˜“π˜Œπ˜šπ˜š π˜›π˜™π˜π˜“π˜–π˜Žπ˜ } 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
Insomniacs (#1) by linaawritess
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{π˜‰π˜–π˜–π˜’ π˜–π˜•π˜Œ π˜–π˜ π˜›π˜π˜Œ π˜“π˜–π˜π˜Œπ˜“π˜Œπ˜šπ˜š π˜›π˜™π˜π˜“π˜–π˜Žπ˜ } 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