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"She's too young, she's too naive, she's my friend's daughter, she's a virgin, she's innocent. she's everything I shouldn't want yet everything I've ever wanted!" Luca is a twenty-four old billionaire who has lived nextdoor to seventeen year old Lily and loved her forever. Even after escaping Italy for many years, demons from his past still reminds him of the sexual and physical abuse he suffered as a boy and a teenager making him DARK! He never lacked women to warm his bed but the moment Lily is about to turn eighteen, the only thing he craves is her in his bed, but she's too young! and he's too bad for her. He discovers the only way to kill his dangerous desire is to ignore her... still she's the object of his wildest fantasy! Lily is constantly rejected by Luca making her question her self worth. What happens when Luca find out the urges are mutual and he is due to return to Italy to settle some scores. Will he leave New York knowing he's eterna is a hot virgin that can bring any man to his knees in just three seconds? Or will Luca damn the consequences and give in to the sinful temptation threatening to consume them both even when he knows it will be their downfall! When love, betrayal, secrets, lies, lust, rejection and heartbreak comes to play, will Lily and Luca love blossom or will it wither away as if it never even existed? This is a love that will make you cry, and make you laugh. A love story that will definitely change you. So grab your popcorns and start reading! Don't forget to support me with your reviews and gems.

Did she drug me? I'm scared. I woke up next to a man. It was Lucy's boyfriend, Mike Lightwood. There were cameras everywhere. But why? Why would Lucy do this? SLAP! My stepmom hits me hard. My face hurts. I'm crying. "How dare you stand there and smear mud on our family's name, you filthy whore?" she yells. "I-I do-don't know how it happened," I say. My lips are shaking.

Loud music is playing, some students are dancing and other are chatting. The few one who are alone are dispersed observing the others. My eyes scan the room for Liam. Fortunately, I see him standing at the entrance with Lucas, Mateo, Levi and Mason. My legs drag me to their direction and he smiles as he sees me. His friends pushed him to me and he looks like he hesitates for a while before walking up to me. Without a word, he grabs my hand and pulled me away from the noise. Now we’re standing in the boys changing room. Before I speak, he gently cups my face. His forehead is touching mine as his eyes flash in the evening light. My heart races and I look away shyly but he lifts my chin up with his finger. I admire his beauty,drowning in the rush of love and awaiting a toe-curling kiss. I hear his words; “Don’t be silly. You’ll never be my type.” Followed by a chuckle. My blood runs cold as my brain draws a blank *************** Liam Hunter, the name that could make your knees turn jelly. He had it all the looks, money and everyone’s dream girl, Beatrice. He was the school’s basketball team captain. Every girl was dying to spend even a second with him, well except her. His charms didn’t work on her and she seemed oblivious to his existence. Everything changes for Liam when he is dared to date Zara for a month and then dump her. It all starts as game, a mind game for Liam. But what happens when the heart gets involved? What will Zara do after learning the truth? Will she get over her love for Liam and go back to herself?

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

**Synopsis of *"Between Us and the Stars"***: Keisha Joli, a driven and independent woman, is determined to build a life of her own without relying on anyone. But her world collides with that of Jarren, a powerful and wealthy CEO, whose arrogance represents everything she despises. Initially sworn enemies, their fierce rivalry gradually evolves into an undeniable attraction neither of them can ignore. Despite their differences, Keisha and Jarren find themselves drawn to each other, each challenging the other in ways they never expected. As they navigate the ups and downs of their passionate yet tumultuous relationship, Keisha and Jarren are surrounded by their close-knit group of friends, who are all on their own journeys of love and self-discovery. But just as Keisha and Jarren start to believe they can make it work, a tragic turn of events shatters their world: Keisha's plane crashes during a business trip, leaving Jarren devastated and heartbroken. In the aftermath of the tragedy, Jarren spirals into grief, regretting every moment he took Keisha for granted. As he struggles to come to terms with her loss, a mysterious new figure, Sofia, enters his life, bringing a flicker of hope. But is Keisha truly gone, or is there more to the story than meets the eye? With unresolved love, heartbreak, and the shadow of a second chance, *"Between Us and the Stars"* explores the fine line between fate and choice, with the promise of a new beginning lurking just beyond the horizon.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

On the day of my birthday, my cousin, who does ballet, falls and injures her leg. My father smacks my leg with a club in a fit of rage. I cry out in pain, but he doesn't care. He sneers and says, "Now, you know how it feels! Why didn't you stop to think how much pain your cousin would be in when you pushed her and made her fall down the stairs?" He hits me with all his might until I can't make any more sounds. To drive the lesson home, he shoves me into the basement, uncaring that I'm on the brink of death. "I'll let you out of there once you stop thinking these dirty thoughts, Yvonne!" But when he opens the door to the basement once more, all he sees is my decomposing corpse.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

The night my boyfriend and I celebrate our first anniversary, we get into an accident. My soul travels through time and ends up ten years in the future. Here, I see that my boyfriend and I have married and started a family. It's the future I've dreamed of. However, it seems that I'm out of a job, and I've given up on my dream. I struggle to make it through endless days of my boyfriend's ice-cold treatment. Ultimately, I see myself sitting on the edge of a building's roof after falling deep into postpartum depression. When I open my eyes again, I see my boyfriend's panicked face…