[COMPLETE] ❝Seven princes stood before me. But which of them is the one I seek?❞ Briar Rosette, a curious girl of the 21st century, was somehow captivated by one of History's greatest mysteries. It was the tale between the Painter and the Musician, the tale that sounded new to the ear yet familiar to the heart. After delving too deep into History's pages, she never expected to soon become a part of it, realizing there were hidden events lurking beneath fanciful masks, noble clothing, and dark forests. Turns out that there was a secret side of the tale History seemed to have missed. 𝄥𝄞────────── 𝄇 Shortlist in the 2019 Bangtan Writers Awards 1st Place in BTS Airplane Pt2 Awards 1st Place in Insomnia Awards 2nd Place in Golden Royal BTS Awards 𝄥𝄞────────── 𝄇 Cover by Haneul ╔═══════════════╗ Completed ©NocturnalArmys 2018 ╚═══════════════╝

"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

Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

"If love could talk, hearts would never break." In which murder is mistaken for mercy, and love is mistaken for lies. #1 - madlove / psychopath #3 - insanity

"You made me hate myself a lot." He broke the girl who loved him more than she loved herself． 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒： ― Completed ✔ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗔𝗨 ❘❘ 𝗝𝗝𝗞 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃：01 Jan 2020 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃：20 March 2020 𝗖𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ©thverse 𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 © ARTAEMIS- ― 100k views on 31 May 2020 ― 500k views on 15 April 2021 ― 1M views on 29 March 2022 ― 2M view on 05 May 2024

When friendship turns into love, both of them separate, when one becomes a trainee and the other leaves off to the U.S. to become a doctor. As time flies they start to worry if they'll ever meet again. Him still missing her and She still missing him. When they meet, she decides to leave him once again, as a chance to forget about him. What will happen to both of them, and their past love. " Never being together, realizing, it's not the fault in the stars, but the fault in 'Our Fate'" Start; January 05, 2017 End; March 15, 2017

sin noun plural noun: sins an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. - Even the demons in her mind are afraid of her thoughts. ** THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERS. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ** Copyrighted. © feb2015-mar2015