"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

" I peer behind him to see a woman laying bridal style unconscious in one of my father's security guard's arms. She wears an involuntary frown. "For what reason?" I snap, looking back to my father. "For the same reason I got your mother. So we look stable to the outside world, and you need to bare a son to carry on the blood line." He explains. My mother comes up from behind me with her careful, small steps. "Nico?" She calls out with her soft voice. "Who is that?" She questions, motioning to the woman. "This is Reagan. Alonzo's bride to be." He beams proudly. " Reagan and Alonzo are forced to marry so Alonzo looks respectable in his position as Italian Mafia Don. Reagan is just supposed to give up her life for a man she doesn't know. She was angry about, Alonzo was frustrated about it. That is until... TW: domestic abuse, alcohol, abuse, mentioning of abortion, ed, minipulation, violence, torture, suggested SA ***I am working on translating them again, they are translated in Alonzo's povs, but I left it in Reagan's because I wanted it to be more authentic. ***I am editing, adding stuff and such Note: I do not speak Italian, so all Italian is from Google Translate *** #1- insecure (2/27/23) #546 - love (2/27/23) #2 - tattoo (5/15/23) #1 - gala (6/20/23) #64 - arranged marriage (7/7/23) #3 - isolation (7/29/23) #8 - Italian Mafia (8/8/2023)

This story has a lot of action and there is some smut but it is mostly about two people that can't be together because of their parents and gangs and there are twists and turns throughout the story. P.S not done will add that stuff and this is my first time writing a story so it may not be the best and you can give me back any comments on this weather it may be rude or nice I just want to know if it sounds good to others thank you for your time now let the reading begin.

Arctic Monkeys featuring the Strokes and Miles Kane. Brooklyn mafia AU. Short fic with short chapters but still worth the read. :) Contains violence.

A bullied girl meets the popular new student. ***** "Still saying that you're perfectly okay?" Max whispers. I'm surprised to hear that his voice is shaking. "I'm going to find who did this to you." ***** One time, I was the most popular girl in school. All the students in Royal Heights, the school of the richest, knew me as the pretty Luna Klein, daughter of a famous superstar and a well-known billionaire. But the next thing I know, I'm an outcast. Just because of a complicated thing called love, everything turns 180 degrees. Now, I'm the girl that everyone hates. I've lost all my friends. I've lost my best friend. And I've lost the guy that I adore. All I can do now is to ignore the bullies and to survive each day quietly, hoping that I don't attract too much attention like before. Everyone in my school starts to call me loony Luna. Or lunatic, their favorite nickname. Then he suddenly arrives. Max Cooper, the new student who just got here from Australia. Insanely good-looking and smart, topped with his impressive family background, Max easily becomes everybody's favorite, especially the girls'. Disastrously, of all the other things he can pick, Max sets his eyes on the most forbidden and despised thing in Royal Heights. Me. Even though the whole school hates that idea. But pushing Max away is like trying to tame a wild lion that has just been released from its cage. Max is unstoppable. My mother once said that if a guy is really into you, he will pursue you no matter what. I think I know now how it feels. I just don't know how to handle my heart. Because every time his piercing eyes land on me, I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. ***** THE KLEINS SERIES BOOK #2 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved.