After flying overseas to enroll in a prestigious boarding school, Blake Graham assumes that she can finally catch a break. Instead, she encounters the boy who she fought with almost every day as a child. After moving back to England, then over to Cambridge Academy, Clark Ellington assumes that he can relax throughout high school before being thrown into the toxic world of the one percent. Instead, he bumps into the one girl that seems to always get on his nerves.

Juliet Ashton is 18, tired, and lonely. She doesn't bother trying to make friends at Carlton Academy, but somehow, she does. She doesn't bother trying to find a boy she can crush on, either, but somehow, she does. Join us. It shall be dramatic. . . (Cover credits go to Pinterest) . . . note : I started this book when I was 14, and i want nothing more than to burn this off the face of the earth, but some ppl seem to like it, so im keeping it for u guys. I am never going to edit this, so read at ur own risk. . . *UN-EDITED*

There's nothing Emma Chassèriaux can do to escape Matteo Lucchese, he'll make sure of it. After all, someone has to pay, right? "You're sick in the head, Matteo." My voice is thick with emotion, with vulnerability. How fucking dare he. "And you're delusional if you think I want anything to do with you after what you just did." He's quite the sight right now, composed but teetering on the edge. I can tell by the slight twitch in his left eye. His breath fans across the tip of my nose as he leans down, eyes flickering back and forth between my pupils shrewdly. "I own you, Emmy. It doesn't really matter what you fucking want." I'm tempted to pull my chin out of his grip when he suddenly grasps it firmly, his thumb digging into the side of my jaw. "When I tell you to jump, your only response should be 'How high, Matteo?'"

For Eloise Park, the lines of glittering love and golden jupiter always seem to blurred. Maybe Jonah Kim can help find what's missing before it's too late.

in which the boy who had no choice meets the girl who's tasked to find out why. cover by @thirstymalfoy HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in draco malfoy

Some wounds just don't heal. And not all love is bulletproof. In the aftermath of the disaster at Arrowsmith Institute for Excellency, Freya Arsov is left rattled to her core. She had it all. Four best friends who would do anything for her. A boy who looked at her like no one else ever had. And, for a startling moment, happiness. Until that bullet went flying. Now, there was only ruin left in its wake, a gang in shambles, the residents of Ebony House in shambles, a girl in shambles. Bullet wounds may heal but love scars. [Book #2 in the Bulletproof Series] [loosely inspired by the myth of Persephone and Hades] © archeronta 2020

The sky thundered, The wind howled, The rain pelted down, Foretelling an impending doom. The little girl was not used to the feeling of fear. But at that moment, she knew, she was terrified. The boy looked at her as though she was a nasty bug he wanted squished. His eyes turned hateful when he looked at her father. She didn't like the dark glint in his eyes, she decided, not at all. He wore a royal-blue polo shirt and black jeans with hands behind his back - he had an air of supremacy which made him look like royalty despite his tender age. She knew who he was - everyone knew who he was but they never had been once introduced formally. "Aren't you an adorable little lady" Don Moretti bent forward and ruffled her hair. He then looked at his grandson, "Nipote" He called. Like a trained soldier, the boy stepped forward in a collected manner and stretched out his right hand. "Valente. Valente Enzo Moretti." His voice smooth and velvety; it was deeper than other boys of his age who had high-pitched tone and Sera decided she liked his voice. "Can I call you Enzo?" She asked politely with an air of innocence and her hand still on his while the elders watched them with an intrigued fashion. Their curiosity was apparent. Nobody called him Enzo. No one dared called him by his name. 'Young don' was his only reigning title. Did she say something wrong? "Your name" "Oh. I-Its Seraphina. Seraphina Rose Giordano." Valente seemed to mull and test the name on his tongue. "You can call me Enzo . . . . Only if I can call you Rosa, deal?" He looked straight into her eyes. Amongst the wild, Under the beguiling rain, Oblivious hearts, intertwined in a twist of fate.

[BOOK TWO] in which the girl who lost it all reunites with the boy who took it all away from her. cover by @thirstymalfoy

❝You promised me❞ ♜ Spencer Kingsley holds more power in his hands than he thinks ♜ After years of waiting for Madeline Lockhart, Spencer is finally ready to move on. He's en route to becoming a great film director and has met the perfect girl; Amelie Park. But when he finds out that Madeline is getting married, everything changes. Suddenly he's back to being the scrawny, seventeen year old in love with his best friend and unsure of what to do. And when he finally sees her after years of silence from her, his whole life is turned upside down.... ♜ BOOK #3 IN THE OPULENCE SERIES NOTE- this can be read as a stand-alone but I strongly recommend reading the other books in the series first

-COMPLETE original version PLUS first half of new version!- "I don't know what to do," I admitted for the first time to both her and myself. "I don't know how to maintain this without fucking something up. I don't know how to keep spending time with you without setting a bad example or slipping up in front of my Family." Violet sat up and turned to face me. "I can't answer that for you," she said with a sad smile. "But I can go. I can make this easier, stay out of your way for a while." She stood on her knees between my legs, close, but not touching, and watched me with those wide, ocean eyes. I should have told her to go- listened to her suggestion and put some real distance between us. It would have been smarter, safer. But it would feel like cutting off my own hands. "I don't want that," I murmured, and reached for her waist. (excerpt from new version) --- Vengeance. Vendetta. Violence. These three words are all Violet Harcourt knows. For years, her world has been centered around killing Bill Pfeiffer, the hitman who murdered her father and sister. She's learned the criminal underground inside and out while masquerading as a quiet art student, bringing her closer and closer to her target. Now, it's time to blow her cover, and Bill Pfeiffer's brains out. Vitale Fierro lives a carefree life at the top of the Salvaggi Mafia. Business has been good, and Chicago isn't a bad place to call home when you're a professional criminal. But when a girl with purple hair murders the Family's prized hitman, he's given the responsibility of what to do with her. To kill, or not to kill seems to be the ultimate question- one he must answer while managing a promotion, taking down a rival Family, and trying not to fall in love. Book 1 of the Rough Love Novels