❝You don't have to hide with me, Angel. I want to see you. Always have and always will.❞ ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Willow Hart is barely holding herself together, drowning at home and in her thoughts. In the silence no one was supposed to notice. Tristan Hayes is the schools golden boy and everything she shouldn't want: confident, untouchable, and unmistakably himself. One night, she collapses on the beach, only to be found by the star football player. Two strangers in a quiet moment turns into something deeper. Built on late-night conversations and unspoken understanding, their bond feels strong. Unbreakable. But no secrets stay hidden forever, and lies are no longer a source of safety. When everything comes crashing down, is love enough to keep them together? Or will it be what breaks them? Read to find out! ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ WATTPAD NOVEL ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ {ONGOING} This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙?" 𝙄 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙. "𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪." 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚. 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨. "𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 '𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛.' 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚." •°---°• Olivia Mason was not prone to change. She hated help from the police, mechanics, or anyone that will try and tear her down. Especially not an unwanted billionaire that wears a RBF who pushes his way into her business. She's reckless and fast, fueled by the flames and the want to push her limit of speed. But when a narrow escape and a wrecked car threatens her career forever, Enzo Mendez, a former street racer and tech empire heir, makes an offer with her that she desperately needs: connections, coaching, and the tools to keep her life in one piece entirely. She's stubborn, he's infuriating. And something between the late night arguments and power battle feels too much like foreplay, finding themselves toeing the line they swore they wouldn't cross. Their ride to love is never smooth, between their rivalries, unburied secrets, and personal reputations collide with her want to be together, they have to decide if it's worth racing for... or if it's better just to leave it in the dust. Book 1 in the Inferno series Key tropes: -Enemies with benefits -Street racing x Billionare -Forced proximity

She stopped believing in fate and he thinks fate took everything he loved away Delilah Rosewood and Logan Delacourt were best friends since they were in the womb. They had the perfect friendship. When they were 13 a family scandal separated the both of them and they never spoke to each other again. Five years later Delilah mastered the act of pretending. Her father spiraled down after the leave of her mother and he turned to alcohol and drugs to survive, she reminded him of her so bad she punished Delilah for her mom's sins. After years and scars of abuse, he kicked her out after she turned eighteen but she had saved every single penny of her salary to get out of there as soon as she could. That's when fate got her accepted to Leighton boarding school, for her senior year. When she arrived at her given room she saw him again for the first time after five years. They were forced to share a room, said room was full of anger, resentment, and pure hatred. Lo blamed her for not being there for him when he needed her the most; however, she was suffering all along and he didn't see it. Now this ice skater and hockey boy have to share a room and friends. Months of coexisting turned their hatred into love as they both revealed a bit of themselves until they were free. Lo's only mission was to look after his little sister Blair, and Delilah's was for survival. She has always been. She stopped believing in fate and he thinks fate took everything he loved away

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.