{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

Pierwszy tom trylogii z motywem friends to strangers to lovers! Eleanor Adwin wraca do Kingswood High z jednym postanowieniem: za wszelką cenę unikać Maddoxa Griffina. Chłopak, któremu oddała każdą cząstkę siebie, złamał jej serce i zawiódł ją jak nikt inny. Ponad sześćdziesiąt dni temu dziewczyna straciła swoje jedyne bezpieczne miejsce, z czym nie potrafi się pogodzić. Maddox zawsze wierzył, że nic nie będzie w stanie zniszczyć więzi łączącej go z Eleanor. Gdy ta odsuwa się od niego bez słowa, cały jego świat zmienia się o sto osiemdziesiąt stopni, lecz serce chłopaka nadal spoczywa w jej dłoniach. Mimo że Eleanor i Maddox próbują o sobie zapomnieć, nie potrafią. Oboje toną coraz głębiej w innych relacjach oraz nawarstwiających się problemach, nieświadomi, że każde z nich ma inną wersję wydarzeń z dnia, który był końcem czegoś, co nie miało nawet okazji się zacząć. Czy kiedykolwiek uda się im wyjaśnić, co tak naprawdę wydarzyło się czwartego lipca? Książka zawiera treści nieodpowiednie dla osób poniżej osiemnastego roku życia.

𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙀𝙣𝙯𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚." 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬. "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!?" 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙨, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚." "𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙯. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚!?" ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ His heart is as cold as ice, without a care in the world for anything or anyone... but he only has one goal - to make her 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣. Little does he know, she's not the weak, naive girl that he thinks she is... deep down, she has many dark secrets, some of which could send her straight to Azkaban. But her secret died with her parents, so no one will find out... 𝙊𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ rankings: #1 mattheo #1 riddle #2 mattheoriddle