MADELINE LOCKHART Say it. Chant it. Remember it. ♛ ♛ ♛ New York's adolescent haut monde are known for their luxurious lifestyles. Their glory lies in their wealth. And their loyalty lies with their queen. Madeline Lockhart. But, with her new love of carrying out explicit activities, things are bound to get chaotic. What else would you expect in such a lavish world? No queen's reign is forever, and at the top of the pyramid, there's no where left to go but down, down, down. ♛ ♛ ♛ Book 1 of the Opulence series! start date; 28/12/17- 20/4/2019

Privileged. Self-obsessed. Born with a silver spoon in their mouths. The inner circle of Upper East Side royalty. But that stereo-type is only half of the story.

❝New York was their playground, everybody else was just living in it.❞ Boarding school might seem dull to the average outsider, but when Claire McKinley learns that she will be attending Highland Academy, things start to look up. What happens when the California native meets the elite, privileged teenagers of Manhattan? A story featuring love, friendships, and heartbreak. © Miranda/ Dreaminghly 2018 #20 in Elite

i have arrows in my eyes that pierce the hearts of nonbelievers. [ finished ]

virtues are for fools, darling.

Milan is on a mission to kill supernatural. One damned soul at a time. DISCONTINUED ahhhh

❝We're meant to be end-game❞ THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY; THIS IS A TRAGEDY. ♡ Nora thinks she is living out her dream. So why does it feel like such a nightmare? Nora loves Oliver. Oliver loves Nora. It's meant to be simple. But with Oliver's old habits beginning to unveil themselves once more, Nora's life begins to spiral again. Is living her dream life worth sacrificing her happiness? ♡ Book #2 of the Opulence series ♡ Can be read as stand alone but I STRONGLY recommend reading Opulent Glory first!

THE THIRD MOST IMPORTANT STEP, MENTAL FLOSS TO KEEP THE DECAY AT PAR.

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.