"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 know, this actually quite fun. it's like we're on a road trip." "yeah, a road trip with an $8.4m worth guy who i kidnapped and held at gun point, and with whom im currently trying to run away with from the damn police and fbi." he mutters sarcastically, "mhm, exactly my type of fun." ©SHARMILA / nectaerine february 2017 - march 2018

"i smoke and see stars explode."

❝You're sleeping with your professor, aren't you?❞ . . . An accident leaves Elreda Adair riddled with guilt and the town with rumours. She leaves home to have a new start, in a city she isn't known. She intends on laying low as she attempts to block out the demons from her past. Her efforts, however, go to waste the moment she catches the eye of her literature professor, Archer Kane. Archer takes it upon himself to help her with class and their literature novel. The more time they spend together, the further they stray away from a student-teacher relationship, entering dangerous waters. As the sparks between them ignite, things take an enigmatic turn when little discrepancies with the novel catch Elreda's attention. Elreda learns that Archer knows more about her than he lets on and the attractive professor facade may have just been a mask to cover his true intentions. warning: some sexual content! [word count: 50 000- 60 000 words] [Highest Ranking - #1 in Shortstory] Started, 21 Aug 2018 Ended, 08 Oct 2018 © softaura cover by: @marvelity