"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

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 ?

I wasn't taking this book serious!!! • COMPLETE •

- [ ] sun•shine: cheerfulness; happiness- What he made her feel and her to him. ˈDevin Jaylen-Rose Anderson, an impulsive liar and full of jokes; she's always up for an adventure. Marco Hernandez, subtle and kept to himself; leader of the Spanish Mafia. He set on a mission when a traitor is in his mafia, but it's more complex with a distraction. The story only really begins when when the mission is over. ••••••• I walk to his closet grabbing my 'hidden' bras "And stop stealing my bras!" "But your boobs are so pretty they don't deserve to be in captured by those evil things, I won't stand for it." He saids determined. "Then sit down." I stuff the bras into my suitcase. ••••••• Book One of the Beloved Series

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘." - - most impressive ranking📌 #10 in hood - - #3 in hood romance #3 in urban romance #4 in black love #12 in urban

" 𝒚𝒆𝒂 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍♡𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 & 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆➴ "

Bittersweet - adjective/: both bitter and sweet to the taste Kamari Jackson was bitter to the soul. He didn't like to be touched, looked at, or even be bothered with. He was married to the streets and that was his passion, until he met her .. Ashanti Knight ..

𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝗼 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐠𝗼𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝖺𝗎𝗀 2020 - 𝗃𝖺𝗇 2021

"All my feeling and emotions are bottled up"

You're not supposed to fuck your best friend but it's hard when you build trust with someone and you start to see them in a new light. Especially when they been down for you while you down bad, done seen you at your worst and your best and been your go to for everyfuckingthing. "Khalil and Harmony? It sounds good together right?" "Right."