𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 (𝘷.) /kreɪv/ feel a powerful desire for (something). . 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 the soldier, who would tear the city down with his sword for his own. He has learned to lock his heart away at young age. Growing up in bad conditions made him strive to be something more. The boss with the heart of ice. The Machine. But then she walks into his office, and he finds himself crossing the lines for her. He starts to feel his heart de-frost, and he welcomes the forlorn feeling with a shark-grin. A problem arises in Elijah's picture-perfect-world with her in the middle when his brother starts taking a like in her and his world is turned upside down, as he makes the impossible decision, and sells his soul to save her. 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐄 is like any other girl she knows, except for the little fact that she broke the norm in her family and moved away to do what she strived to do. Josie has always yearned for freedom, has let the world be her outlet. But when her eyes lock with his, she feels her entire world coming down beneath her. She finds herself not being able to separate her brewing feelings for him, and the freedom she's always yearned for, and frankly she finds herself not caring. But when her life is put into danger by an unwelcome manic-like love, she finds herself in an impossible position where she has to choose a life, if she wants to be with him. She has to choose between the gold cage she escaped from, or the freedom she's always craved. Will their love survive this test? .

Love. As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have. The best friend, The distant boyfriend, The sisters friend, The brothers friend, The ex best friend, Love isn't always given back the way you gave it. Leaving you with half a heart as the person you gave your half too never gave you their half back. But what if someone else has another half to make yours whole again?

❝𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩.❞ I finally snap, this whole time I thought it was in my head but I was wrong. Everyone was right about him. "You're not listening to me Brylan." He begs but I don't care for it. I don't 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to care for it. Taking another step back I need a breather from him but he doesn't allow it. Stepping into me he acts as if he'd die if he where to let me go. Reaching out I feel him grab my upper arm and that's when I lose my shit. "Get the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 away from me!" Catching him off guard he lets go in shock. Taking another step back, this time he doesn't try to fill the space, he just stares. - Dating your sister's older brother sounds like something straight out of a romance novel. As someone who experienced it I can tell you right now that it is. Well, it was. Ever since he moved states for university it was as if a brick wall was built between us. I still love him but it doesn't feel the same. It's hard to explain how gutting it feels to watch your relationship with someone you love change, but you're too far to do anything about it. Unless 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 changed and it's all in my head. Maybe I'm the only one who sees it. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 the things people have been saying is finally getting though to me.

"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

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑵𝒀𝑰𝑲𝑨 Running away from something you didn't even do is like walking around with an A4 paper sized note saying 'just put me in jail already.' It's guilty, but when it's the only option you have why wouldn't you take it? Disappearing and starting over from a fuck-up like that 𝙖𝙣𝙙 on a perfectly clean slate in conditions better than your last is rare, incredibly rare. Anyone would run straight into that gate, but that hardest pill to swallow is realizing that the door leads straight down the same path you were trying to get away from. 𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑱𝑨𝑯 𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑻 Everything runs like clockwork and all I have to do is follow the arrow. Nothing I've ever received has come from my own sacrifices or my own bones, things have sat comfortably on my plate in front of me-Friends, job opportunities, scholarships, women. I've never had to pull a muscle to reach for any of it. So maybe this was my karma. Gods version of giving me a real taste of what it's like to be human-what it's like to have everything taken from you from right under your feet without warning. Except when is it enough, what will it take to keep what's important to me when everything else is gone.