"fear isn't welcome here" he leaned down reaching my height as he pushed me against the lockers. "say it again." "haven't we used each other enough?" He sighed, furrowed eyebrows and it was as if i could almost hear him swallowing hard. Worried. Concerned. "I don't think you've used me enough, Pierre." - When the quiet nonchalant volleyball player Zoe-who has hardly ever lost a round with her team-comes face to face with Edith Kavinsky, her new Coach, that has only got one thing in her mind: take them team to the finals and come out as winners-with or without broken bones. Zoe grows to realise that Coach Kavinsky is no match to her. Pierre Larmoyant the handsome-expensive diamond earring hanging from his right ear, type or rich-basketball player from the similar varsity as Zoe. Once they meet from then on he'll become what she describes as a lover boy. A physical repressor of her feelings. There's something dangerous about akoiromantic women and there's something pristine about the way men love. As Pierre and Zoe spend more time together, will the using, the sharing physical intimacy with one another will do more harm than good? - ⚠️ Long Chapters 1k-3k word count given at the beginning of each chapter so u can decide to take your time or save for later x preface

"I'd let you into my mind but you'd have to get under my skin" ITALIANO/ENGLISH "The devastation and the unspoken destruction in her mind were the greatest catastrophes I had ever laid my eyes on along with the darkness that came along were my muses." BEST OPENING AWARD 🥇 TCCA 3RD PLACE 🥉 TCCA Notice! This version has mistakes because the actual work is on my drive, I hope they are still clear to read through! 🏅#1 Blackrights 🏅#Poesiedamore 🏅#9 Poesia 🏅#4 Blacklifesmatter 🏅#2 Blackrights 🏅#3 Blackgirlproblems 🏅#2 Poesie

"butterflies are indeed attracted to death." once again, a girl being the love interest of two people is cliché, not until it's Lauv. It stops being cliché once the girl has chosen what she thinks is her star crossed lover. It becomes even more intriguing when French hybrid Victor seems to be the choice. Lauv, also known as bimba, the wealthiest Mafia vampire, she's the perfect example of making use of wealth to help others, whereas, Lorenzo, a waiter, is mysterious and docile, Lorenzo is a perfect fit for Lauv's habit of wanting and keeping things she considers pretty. What happens next when after remembering Victor, Lauv finds out who her real beloved is? What would you do? Who would you choose? ... "Wait you're mad at me because you're the one telling him to leave? It's his choice, he gets to choose, don't humans have free choice or are you playing god's game: lying to him and choosing what's best for him? I just influenced his actions and if I, were in him, whether or not you instructed me to, I'd leave too if someone threatened to kill me!" She lazily raised her hand upwards taking a few steps back, as if she wasn't embarrassing me. "God's game?" I questioned her dismayed by her words. "Right you're leaving?" She asked him with an annoyed look on her face, totally ignoring my question. ... WARNING ⚠️ this book contains blood, very detailed description of murder/slaughter/stabbing, the mafia is mentioned multiple time, a few kiss scenes not your typical kdrama ;) HIGHEST RANK #10 BELOVED HIGHEST RANK #95 MOB

based on 2775 - a girl being the love interest of two people is cliché, not until its been from the beginning of time, it becomes even more intriguing when one of them comes back to take what thou presumes theirs. Aaliyah, successful writer, very wealthy and she has the life that most girls want whereas Harry, model and art teacher, is mysterious, Harry is a perfect fit for Aaliyah's habit of wanting and keeping things she considers pretty. William is what Aaliyah first called a winged being, with a familiar look which makes her not mind his sudden company. It won't be a normal life for Aaliyah, once one of her forbidden star-crossed lovers will break a universal law just for her. "Nobody's perfect, like look at me then, I sat across Harry, he might have been one year or a month younger than me, everything about him looked tremendously ethereal: his hands that gently wrapped around each other and his eyes that hid behind his curly hair." Chapter Three- "Let Me Call You Mr Styles." This story has nothing to do with Harry Styles (I had to use his name- and surname, they're so cute!) whereas his features and physical traits are. Mature content might be featured in a few chapters! - "You poor thing," he said, walking over to me, I could feel his energy moving across my room but I ignored it and packed the rest of the pieces of stuff inside my purse. He suddenly clenched onto my arms and pulled me nearer to him, positioning his hand on my cheek, I felt a type of warmth I had never felt in a long time and I instinctively smothered my face against his soft palm. "You're still the same," he chuckled. "I would have anticipated this behaviour from Bastet, not you but I guess you must have picked up her manner," he added. ☆FEATURED ON in YAFantasy RL 🏅#44 EGYPT 🏅#11 SPIRITUALITY 🏅#74 WOC 🏅#49 HS 🏅#15 PUBLISHED 🏅#10 PARANORMAL-ROMANCE