Sophia Honey never expected college to mean sharing an apartment with her childhood nemesis. ~~~ Freshman Sophia Honey never imagined her brother would stick her with Theo Gray-his best friend and her childhood nemesis-as her roommate. But things get complicated fast. Theo, with his shirtless mornings, flirty remarks, and those intense stares, pushes all of her buttons. Just when Sophia thinks she can handle their awkward living arrangement, she discovers he's not just popular-he's one of the hottest seniors on campus. And as the star of the hockey team, his status skyrockets, forcing her to tread carefully around him to avoid drama. But drama comes knocking When Sophia lands a side gig with the seniors in her photography department to make some extra cash, she doesn't expect her first assignment to be Theo Gray shirtless in front of her camera. She definitely doesn't expect him to say yes with that smug grin-and one condition. What he wants in return? Not money. Something else. Something dangerous. As the photo sessions begin, so does the unraveling. Their banter becomes charged. His touches linger. Her defenses slip. And then one night-when he comes home drunk, eyes glassy, words slurred but honest-he breaks every version of him she thought she knew. Gone is the boy who annoyed her growing up. This Theo is raw. Complex. Broken in places she never noticed before. And now she wants things she's never dared to want. His kisses. His hands. His body-yes-but also his secrets, his pain... him. What started as a paycheck becomes a dangerous line they can't stop crossing. And the more she sees him, truly sees him, the more she wonders- What if falling for Theo Gray was the real assignment all along?

Book 1 of the Night Sky Duet ___ ___ ___ "Mad she what?" He asks. I lift my head, and force the words out. "She separated us." His brows shoot up. "Oh really?" Then that sweet grin of his makes an appearance. "I knew you liked my company, Lia." Flustered, I turn and begin walking away. "Shut up. Forget I said anything." ___ ___ ___ Emilia Martinez. The beautiful and spirited girl that loved her life. Until an accident broke her spirit . . . and herself. After becoming a shell of the person she used to be, Emilia tackles on her last year of high school. With no regards to actually succeed in her senior year, she gets paired up with the person she least expected. Levi Carter. She doesn't like him; no one does. Yet, her heart disagrees with her head the more time she spends with him. While the world around her is falling apart, she finds peace with the boy whose world was already taken apart. Two broken people brought together. Will they heal? Or will they break each other even further? ___ ___ ___

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

{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

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

~ ' 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝? ' ~ ❝Are you decent?❜❜ ❝Not morally, but my pants are on.❜❜ Life is a game. You will win some, you lose some. At least that seemed true until I met him. He was the kind of man who didn't just take what, or who, he wanted, he took everything. One word is all it takes to want to fall to his feet, like countless before. He loved the chase, the thrill. Every time I think I'm out, he pulls me back in. I was addicted to the adrenaline, the rush of being near him, even when it destroyed me. I had never craved attention until I tasted his. So, once again I found myself in his twisted arcade. But this time winner takes all. ⛤Enemies to lovers ⛤Fake dating ⛤Bet trope ~ Same timeline as Lionheart ~

college hockey player Wes Graham has tormented Adare Wells since they were in the first grade. pulling her hair, breaking her crayons, calling her names-- anything to get her attention. they spend all of high school together, never giving each other the time of day until they end up on first day of university. there's only one empty seat, and it's next to Adare. even though Adare hates Wes and he's an asshole to her, they both have some baggage that only each other seem to understand.

Eunoia (N.): a pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit, "beautiful thinking" ______ She saw him stranded on the side of the road, desperate to get his car going and she helped him. Now almost 3 months later, she sees him again; holding a gun to Her temple. (A Vinnie Hacker Fanfic) #1 #Vincenthacker - February 2nd 2022 #1 #tiktok - May 6th 2022 #1 #cars - August 18th 2022 &lt;(Mature content warning) there is no warning in the book so it's here. Smut, triggering topics, gore, fighting, and cursing are in the contents of this book so if you have anything that'll trigger you to spiral please just avoid this book.&gt; *+unedited+*

Estella Grimaldi is a teenage girl who lives a dangeous life full of drugs and violence. When it is her time to take over for her father, she runs away to the roaring city of Los Angeles. She leaves her home in London to become a quiet girl that spends her time writing music and skating. When a curly haired boy runs into her, her life takes a drastic turn for the better...or worse. Vincent Hacker is a teenage boy who left his home in Seattle to become a popular creator on social media with friends. No one in his new life know about his past which is full of darkness and hurt. When he makes the mistake of looking away for a split second on his board, a furious british girl makes him rethink everything he has ever known. WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE AND CONTENT AHEAD! MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, SUICIDE, GUN VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CRIMES, AND DRUG USE, ARE USED IN THIS BOOK! CONTINUE AT OWN RISK.

It all starts as a little game for Lilith Avery and Lucifer Donovan when they meet for the first time. During the day, they both want to cut each other's throat while fighting the disagreement of the day, but at night, the need of having the other on the palm of their hands is when the real game starts. What would happen when this little game turns everything upside down and it all starts to become real? They both know one thing, they picked a dance with the devil and now, they're locked down. ❝ I don't know where he wants to take me or why he wants do it in the first place. The intrigue I have inside is killing me, wanting to know more about Lucifer, his mysterious eyes and soft smirk. But I don't move forward, having one question appearing in my mind forcing me to furrow my eyebrows. "What's stopping you?" He asks softly. I lean closer to his face, wanting him to hear my soft voice and feel my warm breath against his skin. "Today, I wanted to kill you. But for some reason, now, I don't. I'm trying to understand why." His lips slowly turn into a smirk while his eyes look down to my lips. Leaning closer to my face, the air coming out of our mouths start mixing with each other and it doesn't matter that one more move and our lips would be touching, kissing, my eyes can't leave his. "That's what makes this... even more fun." He replies slowly. Without giving me an opportunity to respond, he takes some steps back with his eyes still glued to mine. "Are you coming or not?" ❞