"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

𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ꕤ One mistake costs Astoria her future completely. At twenty-three, she is getting married to a man she has never seen before. But she has made peace with it. When she enters a marriage with Theodore Cappell, she thought she knew what to expect but she might be completely wrong. Astoria soon discovers that being with Theodore might be the biggest challenge for her yet. ꕤ

Nate is a rich playboy who doesn't care about women's feelings all he cared was his family, his car racer and his friends but that all changed when he met Sophia. Sophia is a french transfer student who comes from a middle-class family, she is a sweet girl who is the girl that wants no drama in her life. What will happen when those two will meet? She ended up being his tutor. She hates his arrogant, fuckboy way. And he loves her beautiful, calming smile. He needs her and will do anything for her. Heartbreak, jealousy, arrogant and mostly manipulation. What will happen between those two? Will they fall in love or nothing will change? "What is he talking about Nate?" I said without noticing that my voice is shaking. "He's lying!" Nate snapped harshly as he glared at Melvin. "I'm telling the truth, Sophia, you trust me, right?" Melvin begged, everyone looked at us as if we were an entertainment, I hate this kind of attention. I turned my way around to leave the party. "If you leave me, I will kill everyone here." He threatened and I rolled my eyes, I continued to walk. "I mean it Sophia!" He shouted I ignored him. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have ignored it. WARNING : MATURE CONTENT AND CURSING WORDS. CLICHÉ ROMANCE COMPLETED 2# HIGHEST IN POSSESSIVE 11# HIGHEST IN LOVE 3# HIGHEST IN PLAYBOY 1# HIGHEST IN JEALOUSY

"How can we use non consummation of marriage as a reason for our divorce with your looks?" he asked. It took her awhile to respond. "I don't know. Maybe declare that you are gay?" She answered, a serious look on her face. "What?!!" His booming voice erupted like a volcano. ________________________________ The plan was simple, fake a marriage contract with a fake name of a woman with all her fake data including birthday and pass it as an authentic. But what will happen if the fake woman with a fake data on his fake marriage contract is actually a real person and is asking for a divorce? ------------------------------------ This work is fiction, any resemblance to real person or place are purely coincidental. Do not copy.

"I, Alexandra, last of the Light Elves, pledge to protect and assist Narnia, its Kings and its Queens, with my life in times of need and in times of prosper." Alexandra is the last of her race. Her people served as Narnia's protectors, always willing to risk their lives for Narnia's people and its cause. Throughout the good and bad years in Narnia - from the Golden Age of Narnia to the Dark Age and the Telmarine Age - Alexandra keeps her oath, protecting the country to the best of her abilities.