𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. . She was okay with rotting in prison. She had entertainment, a nice body to lie under, and a roof over her head. But when a group of agents show up at the prison looking for a weapon, her interest peeked. No, not by the offer they purposed. Her skills for semi freedom, no. She couldn't care less about seeing the outside of the prison and being controlled was definitely not her style. That didn't catch her interest. The striking soldier stood man glaring at her like she was the worst monster to walk the earth did. She wanted him; she wanted him in every way a serial killer could. She will get him. Novia WILL have August Bane.

Ask anyone, and they'll tell you I'm the good girl. The quiet one. James Grey's innocent little sister. But they don't know I have a damning secret. Living in the shadow of my older brother isn't as bad as it sounds. James and I are really close, and I know he only wants the best for me. But when he forbids me from getting involved with any of his basketball teammates, my heart plummets to my feet. The problem: I've had a crush on one of them, Noah, star player and James life long best friend, for years. He's callous, detached, a womanizer, and the polar opposite of the kind of guy James would like to see me with. A slip up after a night out drinking sends my life into a spiral. A simple text changed everything. My world was thrown off its axis, because now? Noah saw me. Suddenly, he was aware of my existence. And it turns out Noah loves playing games off the court, too.

"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

"Ruin the world?" "I mean yeah, we could do that." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - the daughter of New York's most dangerous mafia boss. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Delinquent, huh?" He raises his brows, completely ignoring my threat covered in design of a warning. "Would you rather criminal?" I return. "I'd rather you not jump to conclusions based on my appearance." He deadpans. "Am I wrong?" He scoffs slightly, looks to the side to reveal a sharp jawline before looking back at me, "I'm not here to take her," He changes the subject, "I just need to make sure she's alive and well." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻