"Ruin the world?" "I mean yeah, we could do that." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - the daughter of New York's most dangerous mafia boss. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Delinquent, huh?" He raises his brows, completely ignoring my threat covered in design of a warning. "Would you rather criminal?" I return. "I'd rather you not jump to conclusions based on my appearance." He deadpans. "Am I wrong?" He scoffs slightly, looks to the side to reveal a sharp jawline before looking back at me, "I'm not here to take her," He changes the subject, "I just need to make sure she's alive and well." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻

They don't play to win. They play to hurt. Sterling Academy's irresistible reputation all came crashing down last year when a list of the 'top thirty girls too...' had been anonymously published. Now recovering from the pits of hell the media dragged them through, the students at Sterling have been told to be silent. Not to talk of the list ever again; and thanks to new spiralling rumours, formal coming up, and the short term attention span of students. Everyone has started to move on. Almost everyone. Silence may be a deadly game, but Valè is willing to play, if it means revenge on those who created the list. And lucky for her, she has a pretty good idea. The Heartbreakers of Sterling. Caleb Delvaúx, Luca Cathans, Atlas McAllister and Sage Evander's. Forming a team of her own, Valè gets together a flawless group of girls that are equally starved for revenge...or a challenge. Revenge may be sweet. But heartbreak is sweeter. ______________________________ "We're not playing to win over social hierarchy. We're playing to hurt their hearts beyond fixability." fully edited *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ____________________________ #1- girlpower #1 - revenge #1- richgirls #1 - soccerboy #1 - richteens #1 - friendstoenemies #1 - freshreads #4 - richkids #10- blackmail #11 - friends #9 - teenage #12 - richboys #14 - privateschool #22 - girl #32 - drama

** Currently in the progress of being rewritten :)** - Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways. They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse. He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most importantly, his anger. ✧ ✧ ✧ Daisy Viola. They all said she was an untouched angel. Being pure and wanted by many, though she never gave them a chance. She never did find anyone to her liking in the love department. Though only one boy could make her fall to her knees. Angel Romano, had always fascinated her. From his not so kind ways to his god-like features, she was intrigued. That's why the moment they met under the moonlight, she couldn't seem to get enough. ✧ ✧ ✧ highest ranks - #1 Leader - Jul 2021 #1 Mafia Love - Jul 2021 #1 Hot - Aug 2021 #1 Steamy - Aug 2021 #1 Mafia Boss - Sep 2021 #2 Teen Romance - Sep 2021 #3 BadBoy - Aug 2021 #11 Teen Fiction - Aug 2021 #17 Love - Sep 2021 #19 Romance - Sep 2021 #8 Lovestory - May 2022

"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