"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

"Why can't you let me go?" I asked, my voice dripping with frustration. He had cornered me against the wall, his muscular arms caging me. "I don't know." He replied, leaning his head against me so gently that for a moment, I forgot how dangerous this man really was. "I just know that staying away from you is not an option for me." "I hate you." I resisted his touch, when all I wanted was to melt in his arms. "Hate me all you want but you are mine." He replied, touching my jaw softly with his fingers that made me turn into a puddle of emotions. •°•°•°• A series of events lead Penelope Woods to Sean Miller, the tall, dark and handsome business typhoon. But is that all he is? Or there is something dark and twisted behind his white collar facade? Read my story to find out.

Just a simple love story between a couple arranged for marriage. It's ONLY a feel good book from my side without any unnecessary drama or plotting yet everything you might be looking for. (Ab yaha tak aa gye ho toh padh bhi lo. I promise you won't regret) Resemblance in real is purely coincidental. Photo rights reserved to the rightful owner. 1- Dialogues are mostly going to be in hindi though typed in English. 2-All the characters and places in the story are fictional and my imagination. IMPORTANT NOTE: I started writing this book when I was barely 17! There might me a lot of stuff in this story that you'll find illogical or stupid and I know there are but please refrain yourself from leaving harsh/crude comments for the same. If you don't like what you're reading then you are free to leave but insensitive feedback would not be accepted here.

"You wrecked me completely, Juliet. You ruined me for any other reality where you don't exist." Juliet Everly A scatterbrained physics student, she sees the world through rose-colored glasses. But there's a twist- she only believes in love as long as it's confined in book pages. She has already started designing her spinster cottage with Noah's ark worth of livestock that she's convinced she's going to need. Miles Cobain-Smith An aloof and detached logician with his head always in a book, he prides in his ability to be self sufficient and not needing anyone. Academic validation, family responsibilities, and drowning in his solitude sum up his life, and he certainly doesn't have time for love. Their paths cross. Clashing is inevitable, but there's something more... underneath the teasing remarks, stupid jokes, and laughter, an undercurrent too perplexing to decipher. When ignoring the spark becomes too much, their lives take a whole different turn. Hopes get crushed and hearts get broken as the unexpected hits like a whirlwind. Soothing ocean breezes, sounds of church bells in sleepy afternoons and two people who are definitely not looking for love- how long until the picture-perfect expectations crumble into a mess of feelings too hard to hold back? All we can say is, it will be something unforgettable. Featured on @romance @storiesundiscovered @YA

The fates of all the royalties. A Dehwaar and Gashkori Saga. #1 Nawaab- The story of Nawaab Jahaangir Ali Dehwaar and Zartaaj Jahaangir. How they are each other's soulmates. #2 Baadshah- The story of Shaaf Muiz Gashkori and his wife Aadab Shaaf. How they find love in a marriage that fate decided upon. #3 Hukmaraan- The story of Mahad Qays Gashkori and Dur Afshaan Mahad. How they build a beautiful life despite a horrendous beginning in a politically arranged marriage. #4 Sartaaj- The story of Baasit Uzair Gashkori and Arjuman Baasit. How they make their hidden marriage work. Sultanate. سلطنت

(SAMPLE) Now available everywhere in ebook & paperback (and on Kindle Unlimited in the US & Canada). Kendall works the night shift at the campus library. It's the perfect job: she gets to spend hours reading her romance novels without interruption... until the night that Vincent, king of campus and star of the basketball team, comes to the front desk and asks her for reading recommendations. (75k words. No cheating, no love triangles, happy ending. Adult content. 18+ recommended.)

❝Everything is fair in love and war. Love is over...... • • • ....now the war begins❞ ---Kim Taehyung smirks while playing with the Rubik's cube in his palm. Started:- 6/October/2019. Ended:- 7/December/2019. >>Neither Plagiarism is allowed nor any sort of translation. I repeat because If I did find any translated version or plagiarized version I'll not only sue your account but also will sue you. So be careful when messing with me.

❝They say all good boys go to heaven....❞ ---Jimin raises his brow at Jk before smirking and slipping his shades back on, ❝but bad boys bring heaven to you, cheeka,❞ he winks as glides his tongue over the bottom lip. 《COMPLETED》. ©️®️ Started:- 21/March/2019. Ended:- 15/October/2019. ©️®️ . . . Cover credits to @Murilexa. Plot Inspiration credits to @Blaire. ▪︎TRANSLATION OF ANY SORT IS ALSO NOT ALLOWED. ▪︎

[NOT EDITED] "Don't expect anything from this marriage", he declared. "I never did. I can never expect anything from this marriage nor you", she replied holding back her tears. The lover that left her but is obsessed with her, a father who abused her, and the husband who just exists in name. What is her destiny taking her towards? "You belong to me!" "I don't! I am not your property, Kim taehyung!" "You're my wife! You are mine!", he yelled out loud as if he was announcing it to the whole world and letting them know who she belongs to. "Didn't you say I shouldn't expect anything from this marriage?" "Then I'm the one who is saying it now...you're my wife" What made him change his mind? How did the story that started with hate end up bonding two lonely soles together? When both her obsessed ex and her husband made up their minds to win her back who will she choose? Her ex? Or her husband? Warning: contains mature language and mature context. Read at your own risk. Started: 1/2/2023 10k views: 18/2/2023

𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 : 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏_𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : 𝑨𝑷𖣔 and ℳ𝖊𝖊☁️ Latest translator..Twakitt9795