He pulled the knife down my body, starting with the middle of my lower lip, dragging it down to my right breast, playing with my nipple. I arched my back up towards Kellan, silently asking for more. He only chuckled and shaked his head, "Be patient Cataleya." "I thought you said I would be calling you God. Maybe I should have gone home with that guy at the bar, he would've been able to make me cum." The breeze in the room is cold, leaving my nipples high peaks and the rest of my body im goosebumps; or that could've been from the knife making its way to my clit. Kellan grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His hold tightens and his hand slips to my neck. "If you had gone home with him, Cat, I would've fucked you in front of him so he knows that you're mine, and I am yours." ⋆ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬, little crow. People are starting to notice the cracks in her good girl facade. The subtle mood swings, smudged wine lipstick, her hair out of place. She's always been so careful, never letting her emotions get the best of her, until she can't anymore. 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝, saint. He's had visions of her since he was 14 and he's never let the thought of her go. She used to be a delusion, an illusion his mind created when he wanted to die. Seeing her was never something he expected, and seeing her burying a body was the farthest expectation. TWS !!! abuse, sexual assualt, forms of self harm, eating disorders, etc. Please read with caution if you find any of these triggering. Note: Please don't steal my work, characters, plots, or places created by me. I will block and report anyone who does so. Thank you <3

"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

PAPERBACK ON AMAZON! ❝You're mine. Understand? And if I see you look at a guy the same way you look at me, I'll kill him. And I'll fuck you with his blood around my hand.❞ It should scare me. But it doesn't. ••• Alexandra Jones never believed in myths. But when she catches the eye of Diávolos, the infamous "silent killer," she starts to wonder. Her best friend thinks it's all a made-up story, but Alexandra is determined to prove the killer's existence. As she delves deeper into the mystery, Alexandra realizes that the truth may be more dangerous than she ever imagined. Her quest for answers puts her in the killer's crosshairs, and she soon realizes that she may be the next target. But things get even more complicated when Alexandra starts to develop feelings for the mysterious killer. Can she trust her heart, or will it lead her down a path of destruction? As the stakes get higher and the danger intensifies, Alexandra must make a choice: continue her search for the truth, or risk everything to be with the man she's falling for. [{50,000 - 100,000}] words. Written: 21 April 2022 Finished: 21 June 2022 # 74 Romance of 1.9million # 1 crazy out of 54.2K # 1 killer out of 47K stories # 1 spicy out of 10.9K stories # 1 deathandlife out of 9.4K stories # 7 fear out of 46K stories # 1 puzzle out of 3K stories # 8 confused out of 11.8K stories # 1 strictparents my