"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

When a cupid is tasked with setting up the woman he has feelings for, he decides instead to sabotage her matches while he uncovers why the Fates are targeting her. ***** Supernatural forces have secretly decided human destiny for centuries. Both the Fates and inhuman criminal cartels have used cupids and their powers of manipulation to control love and desire. But Declan is a rarity: a full-blooded cupid who freelances for both sides. Gifted with an extraordinary ability to sense human desire, he wields his powers to match couples, break them up, and even drive people to madness. Love is his business, but he's seen how it can destroy lives and is determined not to fall himself. When Declan receives his next assignment, the target is the last person he ever expected: his sassy neighbor and laundry-room companion, Bree Logan--the one girl in the world that he secretly wants for himself. Declan doesn't want to set her up with the love of her life, but he knows if he turns down the job, someone else will. He decides on a third option: take the assignment and sabotage her matches. The Fates may have a plan for her--but he's got one of his own. --------- ✓ Completed: September 10th, 2024 © All Rights Reserved ⚠️ Trigger Warning: Contains adult language, explicit sex (consensual), physical violence, drug use (marijuana), and alcohol consumption. Themes discussed include adoption, child abandonment, foster care, ableism, organized crime, biphobia, and autistiphobia. Content warnings may be incomplete. This book is intended for adult readers and reader discretion is encouraged.

The world as humanity knew it was gone. In its place was a radioactive wasteland, scorched by nuclear furnaces. The third millenium passed unmarked and uncelebrated by those in the safezones. The rich took to the oceans, and to the skies, leaving everyone else behind. Stranded in the isolated "safe zones", with no knowledge of the worlds above their heads. Igor Jonovich changed everything. Nanotechnology, long thought to be impossible, flourished under his genius. Even as the walls of their radioactive cage closed in, humanity pushed back, harnessing Jonovich's creations to explore the radioactive wastelands. To challenge the twisted creatures that lurked in the ashes of their former glory. Humanity thought they, at least, knew this scarred earth. It turns out even that was a lie. Yesterday Jared found a message hidden within Professor Jonovich's greatest work that changed everything.

*TRIGGER WARNING* I have Borderline Personality Disorder These are the thoughts in my head I get the burning feeling to type out. Nobody in my life really cares to read them so I decided to put them on here. I have constant mood swings, so I can't tell you what poems will be happy and what poems will be sad. Some of them might be both Most of them I wrote during panic attacks If you're reading this, thank you.. It honestly means so much. (Update: the boy I wrote half of these poems about is now dead. A sand bank collapsed on him in Florida at Panama City beach. Travor Brown, may he rest in peace. 6/10/16) COVER CREDITS TO : @eveningblues

#1 in Wendigo 05/28 #1 in Darkromance 05/16 #1 in Monsterromance 05/18 #2 in Horror 05/27 #2 in Dark 05/21 #9 in Romance 05/13 *COMPLETED* A cursed forest. A string of missing people. A beast lurking inside. One individual on a quest to find their beloved. Adira ventures inside the infamous Whispering Winds Forest to search for her missing boyfriend, unaware of the monster who is watching her every move...