𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐘𝐍 wears pain like a second skin. It's all she's ever known, etched into her bones, buried beneath forced smiles and hollow laughter. A walking contradiction: all sin and sorrow, smoke and shadows. Once passionate, once burning bright, now nothing but ash and ruin. She pretends well, too well, but behind the sharp tongue and unbothered eyes lies a girl screaming to be seen, yet terrified someone actually might. 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍 was born into a world already at war with him. Pain wasn't just a chapter in his life, it was the whole book. Raised in shadows, fed by poison, his lungs filled with smoke and silence. He never asked for love. He never believed he deserved it. Drugs kept the demons quiet. Cigarettes kept his hands busy. Until her. The only good card he's ever been dealt, fragile, feral, and just as broken as him. Together, Liora and Ares are destruction wrapped in desire. A love not meant to be touched, yet impossible to resist. It's messy. Chaotic. Addictive. The kind of love that tastes like sin and feels like home. It's the kind of love that leaves scars, and still, they keep reaching for each other, again and again. What happens when two shattered souls try to build something whole out of ruin?

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"

𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁? Banks Woods has met a lot of people in her life. People who traumatized her. People who abused her. People who left and gave up on her. She has many titles ranging from The ugly child, The attention-seeker, The broken-hearted, The controlling one, The bitch. Lance Astor was probably someone whom she never expected to meet. In exchange for breaking his nose, he gives her a new title that sticks with her until her mind starts spinning. Pretty. Why does he call her pretty even though she doesn't feel like it? He calls her beautiful even though she feels far from it. Banks wants nothing to do with Lance because of how opposite they are, but the more she tries resisting him, the more he gets under her skin. The more she tries ignoring her feelings, the more he makes her feel. The more she tries hiding, the more he makes her feel alive.

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

"If you want me to love you, all you had to do was say so," he murmured, his hand resting on my neck as he examined the blood staining my white blouse. "And if you want me to fuck you, of course." I couldn't help but laugh at his words, knowing how serious he was despite the joking manner. I cupped his face in my hands, gently caressing his cheeks with my thumbs when I felt his hands on my hips, so gentle as if he was afraid to break me. "But you didn't need to get rid of her, Kazumi." He leaned forward to my neck and his lips planted a light kiss on my soft skin before he let out a low chuckle. "Because I'll always be yours no matter what." ────୨ৎ──── 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 embodies elegance and grace, but beneath her effortless beauty lies a soul as dark as her pitch-black hair. Her delicate blood-red lips promise malice with each command of hers, and her sinister amber eyes make everyone submit to her. As a CEO of a gaming company with a stellar reputation, she's used to having everyone at her feet within a blink of an eye. That was until she met her new assistant. 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, who wears his confident smile like a signature, is like a revolution to her authority, but most of all, the inferno to the blizzard surrounding her heart. Even with his struggles hanging above him like a guillotine, he never misses an opportunity to irritate her with his charming persona - and happily so. They aren't meant to have a page in the book of each other's lives - It is a threat to their dreams and everything they've built. Yet they can't get rid of each other as they get entangled in a web of frustration, temptation, and obsession. ────୨ৎ──── Best rankings ever: #4 in fatal #4 in darkfeminine #5 in hallucinations #7 in frustration

🪞❦༄ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓 is a firework with a shattered fuse. Pretty, flirty, magnetic. The girl in short skirts and cherry lips who laughs too loud and kisses too easily. But behind the glitter is a girl barely holding it together. Nobody knows what happens when she goes home. Nobody knows what she's survived since she was nine years old. And she's made damn sure of that. 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 doesn't ask questions. He's too busy trying to survive his own mess. Brutal, angry, and impossible to ignore, he's the only boy whose touch doesn't make Julianna want to crawl out of her skin. They're best friends. They fuck. They never talk about what it means. Because if they do, it might ruin everything. But the thing about real love? It doesn't stay buried. It shines light into the darkest corners- and forces you to face everything you've spent your whole life hiding. ❥ joey lynch x fem!oc contains mature themes & sexual content

"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.