"𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 "𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!" "𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾!" 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺. ⭑⭑⭑ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳᶫ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʳᵃᶰˢᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶰᵉʷ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒᶫ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵒᵘᶫᵐᵃᵗᵉ..

"𝘚𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?" "𝘐𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" -----ＴＨＥ ＢＩＬＬＩＯＮＡＩＲＥ CEO of Ito Industries, known for her intelligence and charisma, unexpectedly finds herself assigned as the personal assistant to America's heartthrob baseball player, igniting a whirlwind of emotions between them as they navigate their professional and personal lives. 💞KENJI SATO × OC 💞CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT 💞Highest ranking: ➽ amiwakita ➽kenxreader

❝ 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜, ❞ ❝ 𝘐'𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘈 𝘍𝘌𝘞 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘚. ❞ ━━━ 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟, captures the heart of America's star baseball player, who transfers over to the club she manages. ✰ KENJI SATO × f!READER ✰ CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT ✰ WC: 63,318 ┌──────────────────┐ #xreader - 1/1.6k (07/22/2024) #kenjisato - 1/119 (07/15/2024) #kenjixreader - 1/28 (07/15/2024) #ultraman - 1/1000+ (07/16/2024) #amiwakita - 1/10 (07/16/2024) #kensato - 1/125 (09/01/2024) #kensatoxreader - (09/01/2024) └──────────────────┘

─── 🕊️ .ᐟ In which , 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. ❪ Kenji sato ✘ fem!reader ❫ 𝜗ৎ written by silkytu ❀

- ❝[they're just a couple of idiots]❞ ₊˚. ❁┊͙ 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 - Y/n Bushnell decides to join a stream with the one and only Walker Scobell ೃ⁀➷ 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⁝ ⊹ ⁝ ✧ ⋆ . ˚ ˚✦

[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)

"I may be heartless, but you're naive"

Everything was tasteless..bland. People in this universe never tasted anything until they found their soulmates. The number of days until they get to meet their soulmate embedded into their wrist, Almost like a tattoo that kept decreasing in days till they meet the supposed love of their life. 𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 is at a party and she is wearing cherry flavored chapstick, not that she knew what that tasted like...well not until today. Today was the day she got to find her soulmate, the nagging number on her wrist would disappear forever when she finds him. She ends up kissing the most popular boy in school who's also her crush, in the dark. 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. What happens when she realises he's her soulmate? Would Archer reject her as his soulmate? ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Best Ranking: #1 Teenagelife - May 24th 2020 #3 Teenagers- May 30th 2020 #6 Coming of Age- July 3rd 2020 #1 Undiscovered- July 22nd 2020 #1 Fiction- July 6th 2022

He was a ruthless, and a cold-blodded Italian Mafia leader. Tall as ever, with a body and face of a Greek God. Had black messy hair, and steel gray eyes. He was feared by everyone. He was The Alessio Romano. She was a short, innocent but fiery girl, had a perfect body that men craved for, with a broken heart. She was Amelia Martinez. What happens when they cross each other's paths? He was determined to make her 𝘩𝘪𝘴. But will she forget her past and move on? Will he be able to protect 𝘩𝘦𝘳 from his world?

"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