"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

Amelie went unnoticed... or so she thought. Since the first time Amelie George stepped into a school, she had been depicted as uptight and scared of everything. With a pair of distant parents and snickers behind her back, at times she believed she would never be loved. Shy, insecure and too witty for her own good, Amelie lived her life alone and outcasted. Yet when a sleepover goes wrong, she finds herself noticed by a man with scarlet eyes, gauntly skin and looks to kill - literally. They were bound, and he would destroy anything in his path in a desiring desperation to make her his for all eternity. _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❦ mature/sexual scenes ❦ violence ❦ explicit language ❦ alcohol consumption _____ S T A R T E D - 25/12/2020 C O M P L E T E D - ? ? ?

[Highest Rank #1 Kai 12/07/19] [Highest Rank #245 Fanfiction 23/11/16] [Highest Rank #6 Sarcasm 23/02/19] I scoffed, kicking his shin and he kicked me back harder. I hissed in pain, holding my shin. "Can you even die here?" I asked. He shook his head and I huffed. "Great." Kai winked, continuing to lick jam off his fingers. "Guess you're stuck with me, Ri." I fake smiled. "Oh the joys." And that ladies and gentleman was the day I met the one and only Kai Parker.