**Officially published as Clique Bait with HarperTeen!** Payment is usually a part of a basic transaction. You give and then you take. But, at Arlington Preparatory, people take at their leisure. They take their entertainment in the form of humiliation. They get what they want at the expense of their pawns. But they never pay. Chloe Whittaker has a hit list. But not exactly the murder kind. After her best friend is ripped from Arlington, punished for her fascination with climbing the hierarchy, she knows she has to end them. One by one. Revenge is sweet, and inflicting it is even sweeter. Only, what if someone she's determined to destroy, starts to win over her heart? Highest rank: #1 in teen fiction cover by @supernovass

❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜ They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing my flower crown fingertips, and laid a kingdom at my feet. A Hades and Persephone retelling. ❛AND WHEN I PLACED MY DREAD HEART IN HIS PALM; HE CALLED IT A KEY AND ME A QUEEN.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

I was going to give you my heart; you may not have wanted it, and that was okay but still, I gave it to you anyway. © Christine Marie 2017.

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

i can't sleep, so i write. "poetry by a clinomaniac" {lower case intended} all Rights Reserved ©️ by @noah-sleeps

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

because there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.

❝your heart is like a volleyball. it's about to get spiked.❞ 　　　　　　▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ in which edith olsen finds herself falling in love with her school's volleyball captain & best player; will smitt. 　　　　　　▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ BLURB INSIDE. ORIGINAL IDEAS. ANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THIS BOOK & OTHERS ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. ©2020 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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