Going to a university far from home where no one knows you and instantly making friends with the elite seemed like a good idea at the time. After finding yourself in drama and bad situations and of course, catching the eye of the infamous playboy eren jaeger, things begin to take a turn for the worst. ❧ set in college, all characters 18+, no titan powers, set in normal world. smut. content for 18+. talk about drugs and sex. talk of SA/ SA action. drug use warning. talk of stress eating disorder. talk of suicide and suicidal action. talk about death and killing. DV/violence scenes. reader discretion is advised. enjoy. cover art credit to: lunarells !! please do not ask to translate/repost my work!!

𝐈𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞: "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶." 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥: 12/9/2020 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥: 3/22/2021

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

••• This is a story about a girl. A girl who lied all too well. One who was bored, pretty, and sad. A girl who mastered the art of pretending. Pretending since she was a little girl. The problem with playing pretend is that it gets boring. As a kid, you love it. But as you grow older, you grow tired of it. Not only that, you start to doubt what's pretend and what's not. What's worse than a girl who lies all the time to others? A girl who lies to herself even more. Blair Knight, the queen of pretending to be something she's not. She's tired of pretending to be the perfect girl, she's tired of pretending she's fine with her boring life. She wants to escape it. And he helps her escape it. The boy. The school's most loved. The one who can see past the mask Blair keeps up. The one who is deeply in love with a girl. A girl who's love was toxic but strong, always pulling him back in. This girl isn't Blair. Blair wakes up with a feeling. A feeling that sparks ideas in her head. She wants a life of excitement, a life of regrets. And thanks to Grayson, she gets one. But someone should of reminded Blair of the warning. Be careful what you wish for. Because Blair gets more regrets than she's bargain for. She started off hating Grayson. But you know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate. And Blair? She likes to dances on it. •••

••• Sequel To: The Art Of Pretending ••• Blair did the unthinkable. She fell in love. And the sad thing is, not everyone's love story ends with a happy ending. For Blair, that was the case. But like all the hard obstacles you face in life, she got over it. Well, at least she's trying to. This is a continuation of Blair's life. Everyone heals and copes in different ways. What Blair didn't expect was for another guy to be her way. ••• Him POV. I want her, and fuck. Believe me, I know I shouldn't. But there's something about her that draws me in. But I won't do anything. I'm not a bad person for looking...right? So that's what I'll do, I'll admire her from afar. She's my guilty pleasure. Blair Knight. •••

𓄹 ⌗ 𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𓂃 ! ❝ 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 ────── ❞ -ˋˏ ✎ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ︴重要 ♡.°୭̥ 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 ༉ ⤷ 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ❝ 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 ❞ © 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.