Lottie and Rowan's story: "You count to four." I state after a moment of silence. "I count to four and my safe number is three. You have turned everything upside down. Three, six, nine... Was what I used to think in. I used to check the door, the oven, the lights. But nine is not a multiple of four, it fucked me up." "Rowan I knew. I knew you were counting to four. You had four marks. You did the four fingers. You would kiss me in fours. But it is still not my fault." "I never said it was."

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

A global pandemic has seen so many people separated from love ones, families spread, torn, missing each other. Yet, in this separation, in this darkness that is the world, her light keeps shinning. It always did. The only difference is that it's lighting up my phone screen this time instead. Can two souls find each other again after so much time? Can the distance actually bring them closer together? Or has just too much happened, too much history, too much time, heartbreak, pain. Is there a need to reopen old wounds? Is it worth it? To cross that distance, to find her light again?

Billionaire Bad Boys Club. A club formed to hide the dirty secrets of the top one percent, a club to cover the tracks of the elite. But when these boys start to get threatened by their own secrets, things begin to go out of control. -𝐍𝐄𝟎𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 HIGHEST RANK : #9 on teenfiction

*COMPLETED* Kiara Rivera has never been able to stand her brother's best friend, Damien Stone. Not when they were young kids. Not when they were rivals in high school. And also not now that, in their second year of college, she has to move to his school. All she wanted was being drama free and have a normal year with her best friend. But Stone has different plans and he always gets what he wants. - • - • - • - • - • - • - • "He's pretty, is he your boyfriend?" "No, we can't really stand each other." "I wouldn't bring food to someone I can't stand." - • - • - • - • - • - • - • "it's one of the best enemies to lovers i have ever read, i really recommend it, their love is really cute and the hole story had me giggling and kicking my feet" - @amoacaii - • - • - • - • - • - • - • #1 IN ENEMIES #1 IN HUMOUR #1 IN OFFLIMITS #2 IN POPULAR #1 IN NO STRINGS ATTACHED TYSM FOR 1M READS!!

REWRITTEN Fia Romero thought her life was perfectly content - until she met Wes Hamilton, her boyfriend Nate's devilishly handsome dorm mate. While Fia had been blissfully ensconced in a committed three-year relationship, Wes didn't believe in tying himself down. For him, college was a buffet of options to be explored and experienced to the fullest without the constraints of commitment. Their unlikely friendship blossomed from an outrageous proposition - Wes wanted Fia to be his matchmaker and find him a girl worth forsaking his wild ways for. What started as an innocent game between polar opposites soon ignited an undeniable chemistry that neither could ignore, no matter how hard they tried. What started as match-making turned into a fake-dating relationship, leading to confused feelings and room-fulls of tension. With each coy smile, each heated exchange of banter, the lines between reality and reckless desire began to blur. Suddenly, Fia found herself questioning everything she thought she knew about love, commitment, and the person she believed was her soulmate. A little game of playing Cupid turns into something more and maybe, the person who has always been the one for you was standing right under your nose the whole time.

"There's this whole school of delinquents here and yet you still manage to piss me off the most." "I like you too, you idiot." SECOND BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES

"What, you don't think I'm a bad boy?" "We're in an camp for delinquents. They're all bad boys here." FIRST BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES

"You are my first love, Gabriela, and my last." "You're romantic for a delinquent." PREQUEL TO THE WICKED SERIES

"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."