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It Started With A Concussion ✔️ by everlandwrites
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Emery Ashford had a smart mouth. She was known for it. As an outgoing teenager Emery was always hanging out with friends and with a lack of filter she always said what was on her mind. Especially if it had to do with that irritative jock. She hated him with every fiber in her body. She hated his charming nature, his arrogance, his lack of care, and the way he got on her nerves. But the thing she hated most, although she'd never admit it, is that she would stick up for him. Not like he ever needed it. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But it's completely impossible. He lived right across the street. Everything about senior year had been going smoothly until, Bang. Jackson Riley had a pretty mouth. Pretty face too. As the school's football captain he's always been the talk. For years he's been entertained by the smartass that is Emery Ashford. She was a pain in his ass, but he knew he'd be bored without her. When he ends up giving Emery another concussion, he's determined to make the last two months of her senior year hell. That's if he hasn't been doing that already. There's only one thing in his way. Concussion or not Emery isn't going down without a fight. It seems the more she doesn't want him around, the more he happens to be. She thinks her life is spiraling into the ground...but maybe she has it all wrong. With an offer she can't refuse and a heat of the moment bet, it's time for the both of them to realize that there's a thin line between love and hate. And with an injury like this, that line is surely to blur. #1 in annoying [12/30/22] #1 in brothersbestfriend [1/6/23] #1 in hate [1/15/23] #1 in teens [1/28/23] #1 in tension [3/18/23] #1 in summer [5/8/23] #1 in player [5/13/23] Started [Oct 2022] Finished [May 2023]
Bet on It by CalmDeniseWrites
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Robin leans against the counter. "So what are we? Enemies with benefits? Is that even a thing?" "Basically, we fuck raw and argue about who fucked the best when we're done." "Oh, I see. I hate you, but your dick game is fantastic, right?" "Exactly. I despise your annoying ass but at the same time, I can't get enough of that pretty pussy of yours." ~~~ Meet Robin Davis and August Foreman. Robin is a sophisticated, organized and confident wedding planner. With too many heart breaks to count, a man is exactly what she doesn't need in her life. But August on the other hand is flirty, cocky, nonchalant, and basketball isn't exactly the only thing he's playing. With a girlfriend every two weeks and an ego bigger than his own IQ it's hard not to hate him. When their best friends begin dating, they are forced to be around each other more than they like. One drunken night things get crazy and they wake up in the same bed. After a while they cannot deny the physical attraction for each other, so they agree to a no strings attached deal. No relationship. No feelings. Just amazing sex. Will this no strings attached arrangement turn into something more with Robin and August? Read on to find out!
The Blossom of Rose by sophiacallum
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One regretful mistake that shouldn't have happened leads to a whirlwind of chaos. Five years ago, mafia princess, Rose Romano fled from her father's clutches. On the grand night of her return, she's controlled by her harrowing memories and stumbles into the room of a man she should've never looked twice at. Luca Armani. The cruel, cold, conceited monster and King to one of the world's strongest mafias. Also, her father's ultimate rival. In a moment of weakness, she's entangled in his silk sheets and his hands are buried deep in her hair. Mistakenly, lasciviously, regretfully. Both their perceptive minds thought there were no strings attached, yet she's continuously forced around the scrutiny of his intimidating, lustful, grey eyes when someone threatens to expose their little secret to her father. But, that's not the only secret she has. ✽ ✽ ✽ @peachygraham: ITS HARD TO READ OTHER STORIES AFTER I READ YOURS. I keep comparing them to your writing style and your characters. You really did a very wonderful job! I love your book so much! A MASTERPIECE!! LOVE U! @ira <3: this book is my favourite everything about the writing to the characters is perfect AND THE SLOW BURN IS KILLING ME BUT I LOVE IT @Ays_H: I love Luca and rose they're so cute. Ur deffo one of the best authors on wattpad. Ur book is written so beautifully 🤍 @nell: thank you so much for writing this yes this book made me cry NUMEROUS of times. this was so well written and i cannot thank you enough. i am so proud of you you are so so talented i love you ❤️ @ciara: I have no words, and I'm absolutely infatuated with this book @Jade: Honestly this book was phenomenal. Can't wait to read your future books, hopefully you get published one day as you truly have a gift for writing ❤️x @Allaxa2: I read a lot of books about mafia and love but never get attached to them like I did with Luca and rose , of course that because of your writing style
After the Storm by SM-Jacqueline
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COMPLETED. A university student. A professional hockey player. They've proved they can be friends. Can they be more? Although they're both in their early twenties and living in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, their lives couldn't be more different. Camille Riccardi is a university student who doesn't feel like she has her life together quite just yet. A scary thought, considering she's graduating in a few months. Taylor Hudson, on the other hand, is exactly where he wants to be in life. Drafted first overall in the spring, he's set to begin his first National Hockey League season with the Winnipeg Storm. When they meet through mutual friends, they realize that they may have things in common, after all. They realize that maybe they could be friends. Maybe they could be even more. But it's not nearly as simple as it all sounds. This is their story. Cover designed on Canva with photo by Mika Korhonen on Unsplash.
Running For Miles | ✓ by Gemma_Grace_
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Eden Rivers is the new girl, she transferred from Pennsylvania in the middle of the year, on the run from an abusive boyfriend and a dark past. Little did she know that moving to this new town would involve a friendship like no other and many obstacles to come. Who knew being friends with the rich kids would cause you to be involved in murder and being used in a sick game between the bad boy and the heartthrob of Dayton lakes. These many unforgettable experiences will soon to be the most difficult thing Eden will have to overcome. But will she overcome it? Running for miles follows a group of high school students through their experiences of sex, drugs, friendships, love and trauma.
Her Revenge by actb4thinking
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The Mafia Heirs #1 Azalea "Lea" Romano is a lethal assassin driven by one goal: avenging her parents' murder. Precise and merciless, she has spent years erasing every name tied to their deaths. Her path collides with Vincenzo "Enzo" Vitale, the cold and calculating head of one of Italy's five most powerful crime families. Ruthless and morally unbound, Enzo rules through fear, strategy, and blood-where mercy is a weakness he cannot afford. Forced into an uneasy alliance, Lea and Enzo-both shaped by violence and buried trauma-begin to fracture each other's carefully built control. In a world where power is bought with blood, emotions may prove deadlier than any enemy.
Let Me In by riaemd
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18-year-old Bianca Vitale always gets what she wants. Whether it's a guy, money, or good grades, she has it all, except one thing of course. When she finally gathers up the courage to ask her father if she can join the Vitale family mafia and he says no, Bianca loses it. Can she make things work with the good guy? Or when she scares him away, will she give up and go for the bad boy? Warning: Mature Themes!! 18+ -language -sexual content -violence This is also a first draft with little to no editing done. *will edit after finished* All Rights Reserved © - this story belongs to @riaemd - no copying of any sort! Cover by - @_navyblueee_
Belladonna  (Billionaire Boys Club #1)  by xeivra_
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Two families The son of one The daughter of the other One, the dark prince of the world in which they live The other, the queen in a world that is entirely her own He is seen and worshipped by all who meet him She is invisible and lives in the shadows Two mysteries Bound by coincidence Repelled by hate A hate so strong that perhaps it could be mistaken for something else He is her dark prince She, his shadow queen But can they put away their shared stubbornness and allow themselves to to give in to each other ? To consume one another To allow themselves to fall Or has the hole they've created been dug too deep ?
𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗹𝘆| ✔︎ by izzeliaa
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"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Melancholy by ruani_writes
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.