Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

Octavia. That's the name the world knows her by. One word. One name. At seventeen, she was a girl who had her spotlight when she was whisked away to co-star in what would be an award-winning movie. From that moment on, she had never strayed away. Now, at 24, Octavia is a star and has found herself in multiple productions. As she finds herself in Milan, Italy for a new and upcoming movie she is cast in, she crosses paths with Caleb Henderson, the famous writer known to the world as Romero Henderson. However, as the production of the movie begins, Octavia immediately decides her opinion of Caleb. She doesn't like him. She borderline hates him. She hates how annoying he is. She hates the stupid, random topics he always brings up. She hates how he almost always cuts her off whenever she's speaking. She hates how attracted she is to him. I exhaled, trying to rub the tiredness off my face with my hands. I looked down at his shadow on the ground to him. His face looked as if it was glowing from the sun, his eyes narrowing from the brightness. I let my gaze trail from the exposed tattoos on his arms to the stupid smile that was still on his face. "Why are you like this?" For a moment he didn't answer me. He simply glanced at me, knowing that I meant more in the five words. The smile on his face went from pure amusement to bitterness. It was something I had never seen before and I didn't think I wanted to see him smile like that ever again. He pivoted his head towards the sun once again and in a serious tone asked, "Would you have me any other way?" Cover: @EmSlough_

✯✯✯✯ prequel to secret elite | can be read as a stand-alone

"What do you mean I'm stuck with the seven deadly sins? I'm a saint!" "You've been about seven minutes in hell and have managed to insult eight people already, Jasmina." "Fuck off, wannabe Satan."

❝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

She was always the queen but was he always her king? *extended description inside*

[ synopsis inside] completed ✔

❝Shadow owes its birth to light.❞ Violet Grey has always liked living in the shadows because they protected her from the power-hungry sharks known as the elite of Riverside Preparatory. Her reign in the shadows was short-lived when she embarked on a mission to end hierarchy at Riverside once and for all. © Miranda/ Dreaminghly 2018