"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

All the cameras in the world can't capture how breathtaking she is and I'm selfish enough to keep that image locked up in my mind where no one else other than me can return to it. I want to keep this moment frozen in time all to myself. Because even when the unfiltered memory of her is sitting in the deepest, darkest most demented space in my mind, it's going to be the most real thing I'll ever come back to. Park Jimin *This is a slow burn romance. If you're expecting a quick fix, this isn't the story for you.*

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Two runaway children steal a baby and attempt to raise it themselves in the world's most haunted hotel. To Ben and Sophie the abandoned hotel seems like the perfect place to hide. No adult will ever find them there. Within its strange walls they can be whatever they imagine: the world's youngest hoteliers, husband and wife - even parents. Then guests start arriving: the Ape and its master, the Egyptian man and his young daughter, and of course, Death. As Ben and Sophie slowly unravel the hotel's secrets, they realise they could become Death's next victims. They must find a way to warn him. If only they could talk to ghosts. Hotel Ambrose is an urban fantasy novel set in the 1980s. It will appeal to fans of Piranesi, Stranger Things, and Stephen King.

Featured at Wattpad's Editor Picks list. Luna, an overworked Engineer, had an unfortunate end. Her spirit, feeling wronged, fights Death for a second chance in life. Death grants her the wish, but with a catch. She gets to live a new life in a new world. A world that came from a book she had been reading before. But the worst part..... she becomes Lucreatia, a side character bound to die miserable, at the hands of the hero. Luna vows to find a way to avoid her death and live peacefully her days, this time. Would she be able to do it? Or the story, already written cannot be changed? Find out! Act I: Finished (~41k words) Act II: Finished (~ 60k words) Act III: Starting ---------//‐---------- I would like to welcome everyone who came to read my story! Feedback, as long it is constructive and polite, is appreciated. This story is my first one on Wattpad and is being written on my phone during some free time. So forgive me for any mistake. In all, I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do writing it. The story will be told on a first-person basis. I feel Luna/Lucreatia would be a kick-ass girl 😁 The world would have magic and in terms of clothes and so on, close to the Victorian era. The story has strong language and talks about serious issues like death for example. At least a PG-13 type of story. You have been warned! In case mature content comes up I will warn up here and change the content rating. I may edit after publishing, though I always try to bring the finished product. Update date: Every Sunday Hopefully 😅 To be added to Royal Road (as well as Wattpad). Cover made on Canva Cover photo: Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash Thank you ! 🏆Highest Rank: #1 in undiscovered out of 6.68k #2 in 'isekai' out of 7.09k #1 in 'extra' out of 5.12k #1 in 'royalty' out of 37.1k #75 in 'magic' out 232k

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

She moves into a new appartment. He's stuck. No one can see him. But she can. Jungkook/OC Rom-Com #64 in fanfiction 26/5/2020 #1 in romcom #2 in jeongguk #23 in btsfanfic #31 in bts 7/29/2020 #1 in ghost 25/6/2020

a soulmate au in which people stop aging at the age of 18 until they meet their soulmate so they can grow old together. jeon jeongguk is 212 years old, someone who has lived a long life of love, loss, and grief, and he has tried everything to find his soulmate- well, except a dating app. bangtan writers awards 2020 winner completed 9/23/2019 edited 05/8/2020 sequel "ancient" out now.

*** The Vision was shortlisted for the Watty India Awards 2019 under the horror/paranormal category.*** This is a supernatural adventure story of Abhay along with his childhood friend Vipul. Abhay has some visions which were earlier ignored as nightmares but it turned out to be something else. Join Abhay and his friend Vipul along with Officer Madhav as they solve the most twisted cases in the town. Cover Picture designed by- @InfamousPaint This is a work of Fiction. The story and the characters are an integral property of Biswajit Patnaik and all copyright reserved. Please do not copy or reproduce the story in any form. If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Patnaik87. Thank you.

Y/n gets pulled into some crazy shit when they get added to a gc they probably shouldn't have been a part of