"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

DIA I'm used to being alone. I have been my whole life. Lately, all I've been doing is trying to heal. They say the past will always haunt you. I guess that's true. They all call me a liar. And for once, I'll give them what they want. I'll fake date someone for the show. Jacob Grant is my best friend. He's one of the only ones who gets me. And now he's my fake boyfriend too. Our relationship is all a fake, so are the feelings I started having for him. Right? JACOB I have loved Lydia McKenna for a while now. The moment she asked me to fake date her, I wanted to say no. There is no way I can act like it's all fake when all I want is to tell her how real my love for her is. Dia insists there is nothing between us. I just can't stop loving her. Don't think I ever will. Will she ever see that? Book 5 of the and we series

Reya, a twenty three year old werewolf huntress faces her worst nightmare on her first hunt- discovering she's mated to the very creature she's supposed to despise and kill. Werewolves are plagued with a curse. They weaken every six months, giving the humans a fair shot at hunting them down. With Reya's own colony at her throat, and threatening to kill the very man she's destined to love, she's faced with a decision- turn on her own kind for the sake of her soulmate, or be killed along with him.