𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 "𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲."

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"That's Nishimura Riki, the top of the school's bad boy game. Girls line up to play, but no one wins." In which a girl tries to escape her traumatic past by moving in with her mom's childhood best friend... only to end up under the same roof as the most heartless boy, who also has his dark secrets. He gets dared to make her fall in love with him... but some games don't follow the rules, and some hearts don't break the way they're supposed to. Mature Content: trauma, mentions of abuse and alcoholism, gang violence ©JWONTONI 2025

Paris- In the city of love. One exhausted night, when things turn upside down. It was their first meet yet he held a knife against her throat. It was their first meet yet he kissed her. It was their first meet yet her heart raced for him. " You little witch. Let me stay. " He said smacking her head. ' dammit why is his voice so fucking sexy. ' She thought, listening to him.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ Lily sighed, the sound heavy. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "What the heck are we doing? "You tell me," he said, his voice now a low, dangerous murmur, like a blade wrapped in velvet. The words cut, precise and cold. "You're the one who keeps insisting this is casual." "Because it is casual. We made a deal. That's precisely what this is." "Right," he scoffed, the sound a sharp, brittle shard of irony. "A deal. With carefully managed timelines and choreographed fake flirting and matching outfits and-whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the small, white flower still tucked innocently behind her ear, its delicate petals stark against her dark hair. "You're the one who initiated this, Ni-ki. You wanted this." "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't think it would feel so-" He stopped himself abruptly, jaw clenching, his gaze darting away as if the very words he was about to speak were a betrayal. "Forget it." "No, say it," she challenged, the words slipping out, propelled by a dangerous curiosity before she could even register them. "You want me to spell it out, Liliana?" he asked, looking back at her now, his head shaking slowly, a profound, aching regret etched into his sharp features. "We were supposed to fake-date to distract the media and make some exes jealous. Not end up sneaking into each other's heads at night." "You think I wanted that? You think I asked for this?" "You shouldn't," he snapped, rising to his feet as well, his proximity suddenly stifling, overwhelming. "Not if it's casual, remember?" "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. She brushed past him, the contact brief, electric, yet she kept m

Nishimura Riki, a boy also known as Riki, someone whom Yn hated deeply since her family and his were the rich rivals. These two grew up to becoming eachother's enemies but would it stay like that forever ? Or would it all just change drastically one day?