Jordie Cheng angered a goddess by stealing her lover. Her price? To be cast into the past, forced to work her way through each decade as a traitor. Beginning in 1900, Jordie must capture the heart of a potential lover, only to break it. She falls into a steady routine of heartache--until 1990. Trinity University of Vermont. Jordie finds herself in the company of an art student desperate to prove his skills, and who sees Jordie as the perfect inspiration. Hungry to let herself experience "life" this time, Jordie turns her back on the curse that will kill her by the year's end if she doesn't succeed. But competition is brewing among artists in the school, and the goddess is keeping a close eye on Jordie. Only she doesn't know whether she can bring herself to be the villain this year.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰. Y/n was born into a broken home where each day of her childhood was hell. As a child, society protected her, made excuses for the power she was cursed with, not blessed. As she grew older, the shield they held up disappeared. She moved back to her hometown in hopes of a new start but is faced with more problems that spill the secrets not even she knew about. What happens when it's a person, not a thing that causes these downfalls to sprout? Mature content and other early access items on: Patreon.com/jkr0415 ━━━━━━━✞✞━━━━━━━ Storyline roughly follows MHA anime with a twist. #1 - Bakugou #1 - KatsukiBakugou #1 - MHA #1 - Katsuki #225 out of 1.2M - fanfic ━━━━━━━✞✞━━━━━━━

"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

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