Tadhg lynch doesn't do feelings. He does trouble. And saying exactly the wrong thing at the right time. Sixteen, mouthy, and impossible to handle, Tadhg is the kind of boy teachers warn you about- and girls don't listen. Then there's Bethany Gibson. She talks too much and laughs too loud. Acts like nothing in her life has ever gone wrong. He doesn't believe it. And for some reason, he can't leave her alone. What starts as messing with her turns into something else- something a lot harder to ignore. Because Bethany's hiding something. And Tadhg's starting to look a little too closely.

Tadgh Lynch doesn't lose focus. He's sharp, volatile, and not here to play nice. First year at Tommen, he's already collecting enemies-and Leah Daly's at the top of the list. Leah Daly's fierce, stubborn, and hiding the kind of damage you don't talk about. She's built for survival, and Tadgh's the last person she wants anywhere near her. She hates him. He hates her. That should've been the end of it. But the more he sees, the more it looks like his history repeating itself. And once he recognises it, walking away isn't an option. Even if saving her burns him all over again.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

tw's: mentions of emotional and physical child abuse, drugs, alcohol "You'd love me even if the star doesn't shine?" "Even then, Nova. Even then." This is a reverse grumpy x sunshine, childhood ex best friends college hockey romance. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Maeve Nova Leigh-Foster. She's the girl I've known since I was five years old. The only thing I knew that was right at such a young age. But when we're forced apart and reunited over seven years later, nothing's the same. She hates me as much as I love her. She can't even look at me when all I can do is stare. She doesn't even breathe in my direction when all I want is her. But do I take the hints that she doesn't want me around? No. I plan on earning her back even if it opens things from our past that leaves us both even more heartbroken than the start.

tw's: verbal and emotional child abuse, body shaming, adhd rep After spending my first two years as the college fuck boy, I've decided that I'm done with that reputation for the rest of college. Especially when one of my past hookups starts lurking around and spreading rumours about me that could have me kicked off the team. So when my friend moves out of my apartment, I'm looking for a new roomie. And when my new roomie ends up being my shy, bookworm tutor who's looking to get her ex-boyfriend off her back, how can I resist not asking her to be my fake girlfriend until we're both out of hot water. But I have a hard time trying to remember that this is all fake.

"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want." He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass." "Aw. You're too kind." ──────────── Valentina Laskaris never expected much from her life, mainly filled with distracting herself and her brother from their chaotic home. But when an unfair court judgement and accidental misplacement lands her a room in the male dorm of the River Valley Boarding School, Valentina's life takes a dramatic turn. Especially when her roommate is none other than the notorious playboy, Luca Azevedo.

𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 Escaping reality is all she wanted. But running from the past is never easy, especially when the past stands right in front of you ready to ruin you. Ivory knows betrayal. She's done giving second chances. And she won't believe in something her parents portrayed so awfully. But when a certain person starts breaking down your walls, It gets ten times harder to hide the truth. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐗 There's only one goal: Winning No distractions. No feelings and certainly no mistakes. But when a girl like Ivory catches his eye everything crashes down. All the disciples and all the rules get thrown out the window. He finds himself spiralling. She's dangerous. Off-limits . But impossible to ignore. Now it all comes down to choosing his best friends or the girl he'd do anything for. Secrets unfold. Lines blur. And in a game where no one's innocent- someone's bound to lose.

"𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙." 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐲 has always been invisible-the quiet girl who learned to survive by staying small. She knows how to keep her head down, how to hide the bruises, how to pretend everything is fine. But when she's forced to start over at Elite High-her father's perfect school for perfect people-her world collides with his. 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 is the golden boy. The mayor's son. The flawless heir to a spotless legacy. Everyone loves him. Everyone needs something from him. Until he meets the girl with sad eyes and trembling hands-the one person who looks at him and sees straight through the shine. She's all soft edges and quiet defiance. He's all sharp smiles and restless guilt. And when their worlds intertwine, something beautiful-and dangerous-begins to bloom. Because love doesn't always heal. Some hearts are just built to break. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: golden boy × broken girl · high school angst · slow burn · trauma healing · "who did this to you?" · found comfort · small-town secrets · protective love · pain-turned-tenderness · emotional intimacy - #1 in firstlove 22/04 #1 in hurtcomfort 22/04 #1 in brokengirl 22/04 #1 in lonelygirl 22/04 #1 in protectiveboy 22/04

tw's: descriptions of r*pe, eating disorders, panic attacks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had to flee. To escape. I couldn't take the pain of people telling me to be okay. That I was a survivor. But what about me being a victim? All because a few people refused to hear me when I said no. Now I carry around pain, fear, a disgusting feeling that is also there. Behind me. In the shadows. But maybe he'll be the light. ------------------------- This is a hockey player x gymnast college romance. A sunshine x grumpy, little forced proximity, he hangs the stars for her romance book where he would do anything to make her feel safe again