{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} 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

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

"Do you have any idea how much I hate you?" I ask, glaring at him. "You say it everyday, London." He mumbles, leaning lazily against his chair. "Well, clearly I don't say it enough because you're still sitting with me." "Maybe I just like pissing you off." He smirks. •.•.•.•.• Northcrest Academy, an elite sports boarding school that was built for champions. Privileged athletes. London Blake, the cheerleader. She was anything but privileged, yet managed to spend her high school years at the Academy on a scholarship. She grew up trying desperately to meet the expectations that she set for herself, and had one goal for her Senior year; make it as cheer captain and be the best you've ever been. Ace Reeds. The cocky, troublemaking yet annoyingly handsome captain of the soccer team. Soccer has been his entire life for as long as he remembers. The field is the only place he feels a sense of control, but deep down, he hopes it's finally a reason his Father would see him other than another problem to worry about. Despite being in the same school, these two seem to despise eachother, not being able to stand the presence of one other. One prank gone wrong ends in Ace and London spending way more time with eachother than they want to. Read along for Ace and London's senior at the Academy to see if they ever do get over their rivalry!

'You're not going anywhere, Clara. You're not running away from this.' Everything I felt for him, everything that could ruin me, raged to rip apart and crash at his feet. He gently lifted my chin with one finger, his mouth hovering over mine. 'I'm the last person in this world you can hide from. How many times do I have to remind you?' ⚠️ WHOLESOME & ANGSTY MAFIA ROMANCE ⚠️ After stealing his enemy's daughter, Daniel Volkov never expects to be the one who gets captivated. Clara Rossi was not afraid to fight back. Especially with Volkov, who provoked her like it was an art form. He was chaotic, cunning, and unpredictable. Not to mention, annoyingly charming and sometimes even thoughtful. Except none of that mattered. They had a fractured past. A hopeless future. And a million reasons to never be together. HEARTWARMING REVIEWS FROM MY READERS "This was everything for me, dark romances are sometimes so toxic and I don't understand the need of toxicity in them cuz they can be written beautifully like you wrote it. Starting with Volkov, he's a protector without being controlling, he listens to everyone and never exerts his power on anyone. And Clara, oh how I love her so much, she's such a strong person from the start. She was as much of a protector as Volkov was. This is gonna have a special place im my heart always ♥️" - Maddylewis998-" - This book is very different from what you'd expect a mafia romance or dark romance to be. Daniel was a like a fresh Breeze. He has issues but knows his boundaries. These are the men you want to be with. Gentlemen but know when to not be one. And our female MC. My girl has brains. Knows when to do what. Our girl knows what she wants." - Mierda_you

{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

His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me © All Rights Reserved

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

Hate was supposed to protect me. But it never did. The night August Hayes shattered my brother's skull, he shattered something in me, too. One year later, I'm not the girl I used to be. The girl who was naive enough to ever want him. Now, he's back on campus, clinging to his last chance. Mandatory therapy, or he doesn't graduate. And I'm the unlucky intern assigned to his case. He's violent. Dangerous. A walking reminder of all the damage done to my family. I'm supposed to help him manage his anger. But instead, I keep wanting to see what happens when he loses control. They say healing is supposed to be messy. But they never said it could feel like this. Hate was supposed to be easy. But it never is. Some scars you can't see. And there are some scars that you just can't stop touching. - Updates every Friday! Enemies to lovers Bad boy x good girl Dark sports romance Forced proximity Brother's enemy MMA Tensionnnn Forbidden Started: October 23, 2025 Finished: February 13, 2026

"River face parte dintr-o bandă, umblă vorba prin liceu. Juliana se înțelege bine cu toată lumea. River poartă mereu după el aceeași bandană neagră, legată de încheietura mâinii lui stângi. Juliana portă mereu la gât același lănțișor din argint pe care l-a primit în copilărie de la cel mai bun prieten al ei. River își pierde timpul liber în 13th Street, locul unde se adună cei mai nebuni oameni din Bronx. Juliana adoră să-și piardă timpul liber făcând fotografii oamenilor de pe stradă. River nu se deplasează cu mașina, el vine la liceu cu placa de skate. Juliana preferă să ia la pas străzile orașului, pentru a putea surprinde în fotografiile ei cât mai multe momente. River reprezintă focul neîmblânzit, iar Juliana adoră să se joace cu orice flacără."

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?