❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭.❞ Two fashion students, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 and 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍. They recklessly hate each other. Their whole body fills up with rage with every eye contact, every reminiscence of the other, every touch. What will happen when they are assigned a project, and that project turns out to be a photoshoot? Maybe, they'll come to terms with the burning feeling that envelops their bodies wasn't 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, overall. Copyright © 2022 deidarren™ No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, pictures belong to the rightful owners.

𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓; "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭; 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧*𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯." 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄; "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦." || 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 || --- #𝟏 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 (𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓)

The school's notorious bad girl and the girl that has the world's worst attitude problem somehow find themselves in a fake relationship... Who's Bound 2 fall in love first?

"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

She remembered her scent. It seemed to verify her aura. Her scent was cherry Coke and cigarettes. The latter one was passed onto her, especially after she had handed her her first cigarette only three months ago. Three months was all it took for her to develop that bad habit, but it wasn't the first nor the only one she developed in that period of time. Now she laid on the roof where she had smoked her first cigarette three months ago, and she glanced over at the full can of cherry Coke sitting on the concrete next to her, almost as if it were mocking her. A dull ache formed in her heart, a hollow, resounding ache that penetrated her deepest core. The sudden burning sensation in her fingers made her realize that the cigarette was burned to its very end, and maybe so was she. -♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤- August is attending Cornell University as a creative writing major, and while at a college party her friends dragged her to much to her dismay, she stumbles upon a gang in an alleyway and sees something she shouldn't have. With her life now in danger, she has to deal with the consequences of that night-which includes the leader of the Blue Porcelain gang, Willow, a tall and brooding woman whose green eyes would put the girl in more danger than being caught in a spiderweb of New York gangs ever could. [tw: violence, sex]

Betrayed, lost, broken. This is Azalea's reality now. Once a slave, now a warrior. A future queen tasked with the enormous weight of the survival of her race resting on her shoulders. The wolves are dying. When the vampires took over, the ancient race of shifters dwindled rapidly. The fought hard, but they were no match for the strength and numbers of the vampires. Then, they ran. Settling deep within the mountains, in the tunnels where a steady network of caves ran underneath a dormant volcano. Little did they know, the loss of the forest took a toll on them. Disease swept rapidly through their numbers, but their ability to shift dwindled until they could hardly even feel their wolves. Until finally the entirety of the power itself was snuffed out, rendering the remaining wolf-borne human. Well, all but one. The princess. Having reverted back to her true name while running for her life with a few hundred slaves at her back wasn't exactly easy for even the most seasoned of wolves. Especially since the one person she was running from could track her anywhere in the world. But there are things about the wolf princess that Elizabeth doesn't know, a wild untamable power seeking to be released just below the surface. Over the last two hundred years, her father has been reclaiming his kingdom, piece by piece. He has gathered allies from all over the world to fight the deadly vampire queen, Ravenna and her family. Tasked with the heavy burden of keeping her pack safe, along with tending to her broken soul, will she ever be the queen her people need her to be? One crazed queen, chasing down her mate. Another crazed queen, chasing down a weapon. Who will get there first?

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...