Deadly assassins Allegra and Ace have been trying in vain to kill each other for years. With a mutual enemy threatening their mafias, they find themselves in an unexpected alliance, and soon discover killing each other isn't the only temptation they need to resist... ****** Allegra Grey is poised to be the next great American mafia leader, and she's more than living up to the name. A skilled assassin, there's only one target who's ever gotten away from her-suave, sinfully handsome Ace De Luca, heir to the Italian mafia and the Greys' biggest rival. When both mafias are faced with a dangerous threat, they're forced to work together to protect their families, and unexpected sparks fly. Allegra definitely isn't one to sleep with the enemy, especially an arrogant womanizer like Ace. But there's an undeniable electricity between them and Allegra's not sure it's all hatred. Ace may be bad news, but Allegra's never been afraid of a little danger. As the fire they're playing with grows to a scorching blaze, one thing is clear: trying to kill each other may have been difficult, but resisting this intense chemistry will be impossible. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes, violence and gore

It's been a few weeks now since me and Draco have talked. A tear drop fell from my eye, landing on my hand. Ever since the "incident", everything fell apart. I remembered when we were only eleven, everything was perfect... "How dare you just expose me in the middle of class like that!" I spat at him. "You know what L/N, maybe it just doesn't matter what I do anymore. Maybe it's you." He yelled. "No! It's all you, you sick little prick! I knew I could never keep things straight with you. You're a Malfoy." I threw disgust into his last name. Draco looked at me with pained eyes as he turned to storm off. Another tear, seemed like it took forever to fall. I had to fix things. I stood up, a striking pain of guilt and regret struck my head as I turned to face my door. Standing there, someone I never thought I would be happier to see. I ran into his arms, sobs overlapping my apology. I felt something I never have discovered. I was falling for him, or did I already fall for him? The reason why, I wasn't sure. Others would say, "It's so, Unlike You."

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{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 }