❛ her heart seemed so full of him she could barely call it her own ❜ 𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐢 (fem. oc) + 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ( enemies to lovers )

❝ 𝗺𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ❞ ➝ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒/𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 「 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 」 ⊹ 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⤾⋆˚ ༘ ⊹ 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 « ⊹ 𝟣𝟪 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 ── 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 ༉ ⊹ 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗻 𝟥𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗏 ⊹ 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝗻 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌 ˖° ⊹ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ᵕ̈ ៚ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 » 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗆𝗂

"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

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

❝ 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫, the golden boy and 𝐢𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧-𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 , the hidden troubled girl. Off to a bad start this summer, they hate each other, until they find that they love their little talks almost as much as they love one another. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠!" 𝐢𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧-𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 (fem. oc) + 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 ( enemies to lovers )

STORY 1 Ivy James loved being top of the school; she could click her fingers and get anyone to fulfill whatever her heart desired. She was happy enough with her equal, top jock, bad boy boyfriend, and there was nobody that could bring them down. Apart from a tiny rumor that people had seen Ivy and her boyfriend's best friend going into a room together at a party. What nobody knows is the evil that happened that night and the ways in which the queen bee's life changed accordingly. Trying to navigate the aftershocks of assault, Ivy captures the interest of another member of the 'golden group'. He is fascinated by her and the way she acts around people. And before they both know it, not only are they navigating their own secrets, they find themselves engulfed in each other. It's funny how we fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. *Disclaimer* this story includes scenes of a sexual nature and reference to sexual violence. It will also include descriptions of symptoms of mental illness.

STORY 5 I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain: over anyone's sunshine any day.

He was completely and utterly oblivious to everything that he had caused and she absolutely hated him for that. [UNEDITED] [DUAL POV] TW: eating disorder recovery [NO SMUT]

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 | ❝ I'm not Divergent, I'm Fractured. ❞ ━ IN WHICH Rita Rose, a young Factionless girl is given the chance of a lifetime. Or, alternatively, Rita Rose is chosen to join a faction and becomes Dauntless. | COMPLETED | © MURSWRITES 2021 - 2023 | Tobias Eaton x Fem!OC | Divergent Series AU