┈┈♛┈┈ 𝐀 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱... 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞? ┈┈♛┈┈

"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

"I don't give a fuck if you can't change rooms. I want you out of here 𝘯𝘰𝘸." He points to the door expecting me to go, but I don't, and he grows angrier. "Make me." I say the line that gets every guy fired up. I expect something like "I'm gonna take your phone and chuck it out the window if you don't get out." But the next thing that happens gets 𝘮𝘦 fired up. He walks over to me and slams me against the wall. His left hand is on the right side of my head and I let out a gasp but his right hand is gripping my throat. He's so close to me I can smell his cologne. His lips are inches away from mine. One more closer lean and we'll be kissing. His lips look so soft. Shut up. His dark grey eyes bore into my soul, and I swear I saw a hint of softness in them. I tilt my head and before I can say anything, his grip on my throat gets tighter. I squirm in his hold, but his grip doesn't get any loose. "Your pretty little mouth needs to know it's boundaries, hm?" As he speaks, his fresh minty breath fans out on my face. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓. A sweet lovely angel who'll do anything for you if she knows you're loyal. But don't take her for the innocent one. The comforting girlfriend who'll come to your house to watch movies when you're sick kinda vibe. Angel at day, slut at night type. 𝑨𝒙𝒆𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒆. A devil. Rude to everyone. Has no filter. Carefree. Stays loyal. Knows he's hot. "I'll kill him." The I hate everyone but you type. Disliking each other in high school and a dirty relationship which causes 2 completely different individuals to absolutely hate each other, are forced to share a dorm. But with circumstances that force them to discover who each other are, will they let down their guards? After all, opposites attract, right? An enemies to lovers. (somewhat) *WARNING* matur

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love