"God, You are so fucking insufferable." I say in frustration as we stand toe-to-toe in the narrow corridor. He takes a step closer, his tall frame looming over me. "Oh sweetheart, you have no idea just how insufferable I can be," he replies, his voice low and smooth as honey. The lack of space between us makes it hard to catch my breath. His rich, musky cologne overwhelms my senses. I'm trapped against the wall, his strong body just barely brushing against mine. The tension thrums like electricity. "Why must you always be so impossible?" I demand, yet I'm unable to pull my gaze away from his earthy brown eyes. Eyes that flick down to trace the contours of my mouth. "And why must you pretend you don't relish every impossible moment?" he counters knowingly. I open my mouth to retort, but the words die on my lips as he closes the scant distance between us. His hand comes up to cradle my jaw as his lips claims mine insistently. Mattheo Riddle X OC Female

"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

You are the princess of Naboo. After a bout of pressure from the Separatists, Princess Y/N has been taken hostage by Count Dooku's apprentice, General Grievous as a tool of bargaining Naboo to join the Separatist fleet. The king- your father, refuses to join. And so he contacts the Temple to beg for the aid of the Jedi in returning his daughter safe and sound. Two Jedi board the ship in efforts to stop the General and find you. With two feats finished, you'd think that would be the end of your time with said Jedi, right? Wrong. Anakin Skywalker is being sent back with you to Naboo as your personal body guard until the threat on your life has been found and destroyed by Obi-Wan and his Padawan Ahsoka. Along the way, somehow, you and Anakin finally find some common ground. After weeks of bickering, back talking and some serious headaches, you two find something in common and reach an in between place- the place between enemies and friends, and maybe even lovers.. But at what cost? ANAKIN X FEM READER This book will contain mature themes such as: Violence Abuse Death Blood Spice Smut- some cute and some absolutely filthy- will have a • on all chapters that include smut. And if I remember anymore or come across something while writing, there will always be a warning.

Attraction, desire, and sinfully beautiful, Mika Santana is a devil with the face of an angel. Despite her tragic past, she's never given up her ruthless pursuits for success and vengeance which leaves little to no room for matters of the heart. But when she collides with the Morterero's boss, she starts to feel something in her chest. A rupture. A melt. A lightness that can change her world in ways, she never knew. Asiel Morterero is a timid artist trapped by the nightmare of his older brother's death. The unexpected death forces Asiel into a world of guns, drugs, and violence with the legacy of his family weighing on his shoulders. But despite being thrown into a deadly world, he's never stopped seeing the beauty in the world... including the heart beneath the icy, flirtatious exterior of a woman he shouldn't want. An escort. His savior and downfall all wrapped in one. Their love is never supposed to happen- but when it does, it unleashes secrets that could destroy them both... and everything they hold dear.