BOOK ONE || the city lights series Adina Ricci is the daughter of two of the most famous people on the planet. She grew up in the spotlight and she never once felt ungrateful for what she had been given. But, right before her fourteenth birthday, her mother dies and her whole world begins to fall apart. After two years of acting out, her father enrolls her at Caldwell Royal Academy, a boarding school for the wealthy and elite. Located in Connecticut, Adina has to learn how to make new friends and live with strangers as she embarks on this journey of self discovery. Along the way she meets Vaughn King, a boy who may be as broken as her, with secrets that could have the potential to ruin their budding romance. Boys. Friends. Enemies. What could go wrong?

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Matteo." she whispered, her eyes flitting down for a second to his lips. "My pretty little baby." He touched his thumb to her bottom lip, gently caressing them. "Pretty little vixen trying out seduction, hmm?" Oh my. He hated everyone. Every little thing he came across he hated. He was a cold person, who shut off every type of emotion one could feel. Until one small encounter at the park in the middle of the night with one heck of a strange girl. One strange girl, who managed to do something he never thought would ever happen to him. A strange girl who turned him into someone who he never thought he could be. Her name was Aurora. (Not edited) #1 in Stutter- 02/07/22-20/07/22 #1 in Cutelove- 02/09/22-04/09/22 #1 in Ruthless- 11/09/22-12/09/22 #1 in Adorable-05/10/22-14/10/22 #1 in Innocent-21/10/22-24/10/22 #1 in Shygirl- 1/12/22-6/12/22 #2 in Olderman- 29/03/22

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

When 20-year-old Fallon Lopez lays eyes on a man who's quite a few years older than her, she immediately feels an attraction toward the mysterious man. She finds herself being drawn to him, feeling a spark grow between them and the tension grow thicker by each passing minute. Though, who knew that he was the man she could never have? . . . "You're playing a dangerous game." "Maybe losing has a sweeter taste than victory."

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Ingrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her entire life. She was too timid and shy to talk back to anyone, which led to years of people walking over her. Her older sister is one of the main ones. Her aging grandmother is the only person who understands what she's going through and desperately wants to take her away from it all. Tristian Locke A 25-year-old tattoo artist who believes his heart is broken beyond repair. His mother, who has experienced painful trauma is now in a state of shock. His father, who is a lawyer, wants his son to get out of the phase he is in so he can have a "real" profession... so it seems. Tristian, in his mind, has disowned his father for the many things he's done behind his mother's back as well as his constant attempts to lure him back into the old ways of their family history involving the Irish Mob. On the outside, Tristian is calm and subtle, but on the inside, he has pent-up anger that he only releases accidentally or while training in the gym. His mother, alone, is the very reason he hasn't completely broken yet and is the source of all his inspiration. Tristian no longer believes in love. His father being the worst example of what love should be, is painted into his mind. He stays away from relationships and women as he wants nothing to do with them until she walked into his shop. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " He tattooed his name on my heart " WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. #95 in Romance - 12/06/17

"It's kind of ironic, you know? My life has always revolved around being on ice. It only makes sense that I met the girl I love after she slipped on the only patch in the parking lot."

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. Nothing in life has come easily to Chase. He's had to work for everything he's gotten until she comes along and feels like the big break he's been waiting for all his life. Lexi may have stumbled into his arms, but he's going to have to fight like hell to keep her there; to earn himself a spot in her life, in her heart. But Chase knows that she's worth it, and he's no stranger to hard work. Lexi wants to be free, and Greenville is the key to the platinum shackles keeping her from escaping the dollhouse of a home she grew up in. Everything about her new home breathes color into her dull life, and she's not going to give it up for anything. She's going to make it on her own, and nobody is going to underestimate her this time. Lexi is built from materials much stronger than porcelain. Her high hopes may finally be within reach, and she doesn't plan on letting anything or anyone distract her from her future, at least not for more than one night. Apparently, Chase didn't get the memo.

"Lilah, if he so much put one finger on you I will personally see to it that he ends up six feet under. It that clear?" Ash says, his expression cold. "Yes sir."