"Ruin the world?" "I mean yeah, we could do that." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - the daughter of New York's most dangerous mafia boss. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Delinquent, huh?" He raises his brows, completely ignoring my threat covered in design of a warning. "Would you rather criminal?" I return. "I'd rather you not jump to conclusions based on my appearance." He deadpans. "Am I wrong?" He scoffs slightly, looks to the side to reveal a sharp jawline before looking back at me, "I'm not here to take her," He changes the subject, "I just need to make sure she's alive and well." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻

|| WATTYS 2021 SHORTLIST || Hindsight isn't always twenty-twenty. A head injury has left a critical gap in seventeen-year-old Allyson's memory, so she barely recognizes her little sister, Lindsay, who's grown sullen and antisocial. What happened to the silly and fun girl who used to call Allyson her best friend? The answer starts to take shape when Allyson unlocks an instant messaging app and delves into the archived conversations. The more she learns about the person she was before her accident, the more she wants to stop reading. She's ashamed of the way she treated Lindsay, but despite her efforts to reconcile, Lindsay remains distant. She seems to be harboring some terrible secret herself. Allyson needs help to solve the mystery, but she's afraid to challenge her parents' fragile pretense of normality. And Noah, the boy Allyson doesn't remember falling for the first time, is reluctant to dig up the past. Her only choice is to find the courage to meet her former BFF-a stranger who knows all the unsavory details. Allyson will have to own her lies and accept one heartbreaking truth if she's going to keep her family from falling apart. |Cover design by Phillip Hilliker: www.philhilliker.com. Illustration from postermywall.|

We all know the story of Cinderella. Besides the fact that she lived a pretty unlucky life full of evil stepsisters and a cat that's practically the spawn of Satan himself, Cinderella seemed to have tons of luck on her side when it came to finding Mr. Right. Now here's me, Lee Shuri or Eunji (depends who you ask). My parents are dead, my adopted sister Hyemi is about as pleasant as a bag of dead rats, and I'm practically swimming in debt. Maybe it's because I don't have a cat (blame Hyemi and her allergies), but it seems I got a few more extra Princes in my fairy tale than I asked for. And I'm not just talking about one or two. I got thirteen princes.

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〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]

His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN