SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭.❞ Two fashion students, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 and 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍. They recklessly hate each other. Their whole body fills up with rage with every eye contact, every reminiscence of the other, every touch. What will happen when they are assigned a project, and that project turns out to be a photoshoot? Maybe, they'll come to terms with the burning feeling that envelops their bodies wasn't 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, overall. Copyright © 2022 deidarren™ No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, pictures belong to the rightful owners.

AVA I was the perfect daughter. The perfect hockey prodigy. The flawless sister. My entire life was engineered around mastery-precision-control. Perfection wasn't a goal; it was the only standard I ever allowed myself to breathe under. Starting at Amok College was supposed to be just another arena to dominate. Then she happened. Zara Lewis-a girl sculpted from chaos, stitched together with fury and defiance, a living storm that didn't bend for anyone. The longer she lingered in my orbit, the more my carefully built edges began to crack. Nothing about us made sense. She was the darkness. I was the light. And yet, somehow, she was pulling me under... and I wasn't fighting it. ZARA Perfection hides rot. I saw that the moment I laid eyes on Ava Solace. She wasn't flawless-she was a walking contradiction, polished on the outside, trembling on the inside. And I wanted her. Needed her. My mind is a hurricane of noise and rage, and she was the only thing quiet enough to cut through it. Ava was my downfall. But she was also the only calm I'd ever tasted.

MIA I've been told my whole life not to trust people because there's another side to them-one they wouldn't dare share with the world. I never believed it until I met her. Kennedy Kingsley. Daughter of NHL legend Pierson Phillips. To the outside world, she was outgoing, charismatic, funny, and smart. But that wasn't the REAL Kennedy. The REAL Kennedy Kingsley was manipulative, obsessive, and a sex addict. When she discovers I'm in need of money to pay for the remainder of my college years, she corners me with an opportunity that will change my life forever. --- KENNEDY I'm in need of a wife. If I want to inherit my father's fortune, I need to get married. I would have a couple of years to figure out how to fall in love with someone and tie the knot. But my mother, as the CEO of a law firm, is determined to strip my inheritance away. I have no choice; I have to get married now. But to whom, you ask? Mia Cambridge-the quiet goalie who's been driving my body wild for the past year. She thinks it's just a temporary arrangement, a way to get my parents off my back. But what she doesn't realize is that I crave her-and I'm not one to play fair when it comes to desire. And soon, Mia will find herself ensnared by my desires, trapped in a game she never intended to play-one where I hold all the cards, and the stakes are her heart.

Milena gave up college to take care of her family's coffee shop after her father's accident. But when bills pile up and hope runs thin, she turns to underground boxing - dangerous, illegal, and the only thing paying enough to keep them afloat. Across the street from the café sits a towering company run by Viviana Romano- a powerful, cold CEO who secretly owns the ring milena fights in. When Vivianna hears about a new fighter causing a stir, she doesn't expect the stubborn girl from the café. Milena doesn't care who Viviana is - all she sees is a woman who plays safe and never gets her hands dirty. They argue. They clash. But something keeps pulling them back together.

"Oh don't look so desperate baby, it's not a good look on you" Juliette Sterling. Carefree or careless? Her reputation consists of: partying, drinking and endless hookups. Juliette has no idea what she's gotten herself into. Especially when it has to do with the one girl she despises. Antionette Astor. Cold. Calculating. Cocky. A name so big and feared around the world, yet brings nothing but disgust and hatred to Juliette. So what will happen when fate pulls them together at every move? [18+]

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are-how closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had always been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons-plenty of them. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. Hurt layered on top of hurt until it became impossible to tell where it had started. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean. None of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love-or something dangerously close to it-and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓." "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏." 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's not as easy to break as the girls before her. Tear Me Down may NOT be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

Zyanelle

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most meticulous success story. A fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation for control so precise it borders on ruthless. Her world runs on schedule, silence, and the understanding that she does not share space. Until she has to. When her widowed father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to accommodate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply embedded in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through charity galas and candlelit sanctuaries with an ease that feels immovable, guided by conviction rather than ambition. They do not understand each other. They do not intend to try. Because Soleil's not accustomed to kneeling. And Willow's never fallen into a trap. They were never meant to share a house. But in a city that rewards power in all its forms, conviction can look a lot like defiance; and control can start to feel dangerously close to surrender.