"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

She was loud and carefree with no filter and he was quiet and composed never letting anyone see behind the mask. Maeve,a girl who has nothing except herself and Riccardo the leader of the Romano Mafia meet when Maeve witnesses something she shouldn't have. They say opposites attract but adding a war between family's in the mist,secrets,lust and lies,will the pair make or break each other till the end? *~*~*~*~* "You think we will stay together?" "Till the end sunshine."

⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️ "Listen princess" He said as he stepped closer to me , slowly pushing me against the wall but instead of the wall I felt another body. "You belong to us" Luke said behind me while his brother held up my chin up to look me in the eye. "So stop with the miss behaving or we may have some problems" Lucas said kissing my chin and then my neck.

Ace and Dior. Everyone knew them as the two who had it out for each other for as long as anyone could remember. Always at each other's throat. The class enemies... with benefits. But what happens when they are forced to get married for a business deal. Will they kill each other before the deal or will something else happen... find out this and more in "I hate that I love you" - by yours truly. "The whole ballroom stopped dancing when they heard lightning strike except for Ace and Dior. This only meant they had to put the music up. It seemed as if the longer they danced the more the world fell apart. But they didn't care. The whole world could be falling apart and they wouldn't care. The rain got louder but they just waltzed on. Their dance went on longer than anyone would've thought but to them it seemed like not enough time. Ace twirled Dior around until the dip. His hands did not leave her waist while her leg was brought up to his side. He leaned in to kiss her as she closed her eyes letting him take lead. Right as his lips brushed hers they heard a huge drop. The chandelier fell in the hallway. She opened his eyes looking at him. He let her go but He couldn't help but sigh. There were claps from all over the room but they couldn't seem to take their eyes off each other. Dior- in another lifetime."

Ashley Martin has been through more grief than a person experiences in their entire life and carries baggage that no kid should ever entail. Tyler Miller is the school's scandalous bad boy who acts on impulse, blinded rage and will single-handedly destroy anybody who stands in his way. Then all of a sudden, they're thrown together and despite their destructive past, they're forced to overcome their differences. It's time for Ashley to stop running away from his death glares, blank stares and that spine-chilling scowl that reminds her just how little he cares. Driven by a whirlwind of secrets, a class assignment and midnight walks into the past, things should start working out. But then fate kicks in; hard-hitting and soul-crushing. It's a fight-or-flight situation, a reincarnation of her past, a chance for him to right the wrongs he did by her. A second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for their gun after they missed you the first time round. So here's Tyler's gun. Here's Ashley's heart. And here's to their second chance, however hopeless it may seem.