"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

Eighteen-year-old Nat falls for five different boys during her first month at college, but never openly admits her crushes - until one night she drunk texts all five of them. She finds her freshman year turned upside down as she navigates the world of first love. ***** Nat keeps a list of all her crushes' pros and cons on her phone - the most logical thing to do for her list-making, highly organized brain. The lists were never meant to be shared, but when Ty, the school's star hockey player, dares Nat to tell the boys how she feels, how could she back down from a drunken dare? The sober light of morning leaves Nat questioning her sanity when she sees three messages awaiting her response: the hot guy she met at a concert, the kind guy from orientation week, and the perfect guy from lit class. Now, Nat must confront her feelings for these boys face-to-face, or her chance at love will pass her by. In this story of firsts, what happens when Nat just presses send? Book One of the Just Press Send series. [[word count: 90,000 - 100,000]] Cover designed by Cil Ojumo

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞. ⋆✧⋆✧⋆ Delaney Lawrence is a girl with the world's biggest heart and no one to give it to. She is a quiet girl on campus who spends her time studying and working. On the outside she seems next to perfect, but looks can be deceiving Sterling Blake is the university's hockey captain with a reputation of sleeping around. He's popular and never in a good mood, with not a grade over a C. However, his reputation may not be as accurate as people assume. When Sterling Blake is late to pick his little sister up from gymnastics practice he doesn't leave a great impression on the coach, Delaney Lawrence. Much to her dismay, she is selected to be his tutor so he can remain on the hockey team. She is determined to get his grades up and be done with this mess, he is determined to make that impossible. Unfortunate as the pairing seems, maybe things do happen for a reason. ⋆✧⋆✧⋆ Highest Rankings: #1 Love #1 Humour #1 Hockey #1 Team #2 Sports #2 Sports Romance #2 Slowburn

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

no matter what, I will always love you

Penn State University. Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious athletes, and a girl that yearns for a boy that she can't have. Sage Williams is the girl that nobody had noticed in high school. She was the youngest out of her siblings. She had the perfect family, the most amazing best friend- but the one thing she never had? Him. Blaise Beck-Day hasn't been this nervous in years. Not since he moved to the states and met the weird girl who befriended caterpillars. His favorite thing to do was make people smile, eat macaroons, and kick a ball around. And then he met her. The girl who he was about to ask to be his girlfriend. Read to find out. BOOK NUMBER FOUR IN THE PENN STATE SERIES.

An arm snaked around my waist and he forced me to face him. "That kiss on Wednesday was hot, wanna continue from where we left off?" He whispered huskily, his mouth merely inches from mine. My heart started thudding loudly, and I was frozen in place. He chuckled and pulled away. _______________________________ Lauren Blake is anything but excited when her parents make her family move mid school year, across the United States. On her first day of school, she manages to trip and fall in front of everyone, insult a teacher, and run into the bad boy of the school, Tyler Morris. He's used and slept with almost the entire junior class. When Lauren keeps on getting involved with Tyler, what will happen? Can she change Mr. Popular's ways? Definitely, 100% the cliché you probably expect this to be? Yes.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

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⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.