"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

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily. ──────────────── The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets, away from the lies. When she pursues to study at Brickfields University after an unfortunate twist of fate, she believes she could live the life she has always dreamt of while finding the answers to a box of letters her mother left behind. Even if it's only for a short while. But after meeting mysterious and charming Gray Stanford, her life takes a thrilling and dangerous turn as dark pasts, disturbing secrets, and demons buried long ago resurface. Sometimes, it's the people who are closest to us that we should be careful of. What's college without a little crazy? ──────────────── 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘 • Book 01 in the Ruthless Kingdom Series [[150,000 - 200,000]] ──────────────── Featured on Wattpad's Dangerous Love, General Fiction, Psychological Novel, and Romance profiles.

[BXB] Romeo, exhausted by his apathetic relationships, is desperate to prove to himself that he can find love. Rodney, reckless and exciting, is unlike anyone he has ever met. Instantly, Romeo is captivated and thinks that the love he seeks lies in Rodney. But there is an ugliness to loving Rodney that Romeo didn't expect and, as their relationship becomes more intense, he realizes that it's harder to separate love and obsession than he once thought. As the line blurs and love is contaminated by destruction, Romeo has to decide if Rodney is the answer to his prayers or the road to his downfall. [ november. 2022 - october. 2023 ]

oh, romeo!

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

goodbye, my love.

"My mother once told me there are three, and only three, truly defining moments in your life. One: When you don't know. Two: When you realize you don't know. Three: When you know. This is about the third one." --- Angel Young is going to die. Or at least he thought so. But when he prepares himself for the fall of the 7 stories, he gets a strange call that suddenly stops him. Haruki Nakamura is going to die. Or at least he plans on it. But right when he looks down the face of his open bedroom window, he decides to give life one last shot to keep him around. When a wrong call to the right person turns both of the boys' deteriorating lives towards each other, they make a pact to put off their deaths for one year in a last promise they will give their world one more chance before saying goodbye. And if at the end of it they still can't find reason to go on, they'll both fall together. After all, if they can't save themselves, then they can at least try to save each other. [AVAILABLE ON AMAZON PAPERBACK & KINDLE] [COMPLETED] [≈350,000 WORDS] [FEATURED BY WATTPAD lgbtq] [TEENFIC AMBASSADORS "COMING-OF-AGE" FEATURE] [#2 IN ASIAN] [#9 IN DARK HUMOR] [#13 IN SLOWBURN] [#22 IN GAY]

found people to love (left people to drown) If We Were Villains fanfic Oliver tracks James down, but figuring out what they are to each other now is difficult, terrifying, and complicated. AKA, another reunion fic, featuring high levels of guilt and angst. And romance.

(bxb) After a year of surviving an all boys boarding school, William Brown thought he had finally navigated the ups and downs that the rich, private school had to offer. He'd even managed to make a few friends, as well as a rightful enemy. Lucien Harding. The two young boys were about as friendly as oil and water-that is, not very much. A dark haired boy deemed for destruction and a golden prince promised greatness weren't the likely pair. They knew as much, yet somehow, it had become inevitable. Their relationship would either go down in flames or a blaze of glory. Both boys bleed flame either way. Whichever path, they'll learn more than they bargained for.