nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly shook my head no as my bottom lip quivered. He stopped to look at me, and smiled that breathtaking smile of his before he went back to walking. "Well, Nyctophilia is the word used to describe the love of darkness or night" He paused again but this time stopped right in front of me. I kept my head down as my heart pounded out of my chest. "A nyctophile would be the term used to describe someone with nyctophilia." He then brought his hand to my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking him in his eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes. "You, my darling, are a nyctophile." He smirked then added, "And I am the darkness you find comfort in." ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ Celeste Banks was as sweet as candy and as pure as cotton. Although she had her tougher exterior and questionable interests, she wouldn't hurt a fly...or so people thought Asher deville was a charming, sexy sociopath, with no regard for anyone but himself. If he wants something, he'll do whatever he needs to get it. Once meeting Celeste he decides he has to have her, but what will she do when she finds out his secret? ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ This is my first time writing a book so It won't be perfect and id also appreciate and feedback/comments 🥺 Rankings: #1 in goth 15/09/20 #1 in abusive 15/09/20 #1 in violence 1/10/20 #6 in manipulation 15/09/20 #4 in sociopath 25/09/20 #11 in insecure 20/09/20 #11 in anxiety 20/09/20 #8 in Darkromance 1/10/20 #22 in toxic 15/09/20

un·or·tho·dox adjective contrary to what is usual, traditional, or accepted; not orthodox. /// This boy has a lot of issues and secrets. He's stranger than anyone she's ever met. What could go wrong? /// "I want to kill you." "I want to kiss you."

KY and sage, the toxic duo. They were two different people. Their lives and who they were was placed on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was shy. He was vocal. She had a kind spirit He was abrasive and rude. She thought that life was worth living. He thought living was just a waiting game to end. The two of them together was CHAOS.

{A/N: Y'all this book is a dumpster fire, and I don't plan on editing it anytime soon. Read at your own risk.} "Curiosity kills the cat, darling, but I guess I'm already dead." Love, who has time for it? Certainly not Kieran Lane. Being a seventeen year old male, you aren't exactly looking for the love of your life at the moment, and he didn't. More or less, she found him and they live happily ever after, or they try to. Obstacles the size of ex-lovers seem to block their path to happiness, and it seems like they won't be getting around it. Then again, life has a funny way of doing things. ---------- cover credits: @intenality highest ranking: #93/teen fiction

miles has anger issues. olivia loves to push him. they fall in love anyways.

"All he wanted to do was love you," She sneered. "Why couldn't you let him love you?" - Knight in shining armor wants to save his damsel in distress. To busy climbing the tower he makes a complete mess. tw: story deals with suicide and depression. 18+

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're just gonna take a little road trip," - Maria Robbins is a hostage for one of the nations most wanted fugitives. The only hostage to a calculated robber who has made national headlines by being able to meticulously outwit the police. Will Wellington is a man on the run with a goal in mind. Did he mean to take a hostage? no. But he sure is glad he did, especially one so captivating. 18+ #1 in crimefiction #1 in intense #1 in road #1 in action-thriller

Saint Lozano was a skater. It's what got him up in the morning and put him to sleep at night. That and the few drugs he did. Him and his blonde hair and dull blue eyes seemed to attract trouble. Baby McClain was a sort of pariah at school. Not because of her pretty almond skin, or curly hair-but because she was considered weird amongst what was considered norm at Sierra High-school. Saint and Baby met in the flickering iridescence of the basement ISS room. While forced to get along during their community service hours, and talking about what life was like outside the bronx, the two become more than friends.