"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

Bailey She fell in love with Nathan at the age of twelve. He was her twin brother's best friend. They all grew up together and were all so close. They did everything together. They were never separated from each other for very long. That is until she moved to their school. She bore her way into their group. Took Bailey's brother and Nathan's love from her. She made it look like Bailey was a cheat, a thief and a liar. Even made her parents distrust her. Bailey is not a wilted rose though, she is not someone you can just step all over. She is strong, she is proud and she will not take this betrayal lying down, she will rise from the ashes. Logan He loved her from afar. He watched her brother and Nathan treat her like a princess. He saw how much she believed in Nathan and loved Nathan. Logan told himself that it was okay. He could live without her love, as long as someone loved her. Then she moved to our school and almost everyone that was supposed to love Bailey betrayed her. She tried to break and ruin their princess, but Logan knows better. She was never a weak princess that needed protecting, she is a queen that will rule everyone and one day he will be her King and together they will burn down their kingdom.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐱𝐛

Was it ever me... or just him?

"Just because I married you, don't you dare think I consider you capable enough to be my wife. You are just here because of my grandfather's wish. It would be nice if you remember that." His voice so cold that it could even turn the desert into a polar region filled with snow and ice. But for some reason I felt so bad at the way he was treating me. I just wanted to make him happy, but probably he is right, I am not capable enough to be his wife. **** "You are not gonna talk to any other man, am I clear?" His eyes were dark and even though his voice was low and husky it could scare anyone. He pressed two fingers and the thumb on my cheeks, the pressure hurted me a lot but I knew better than to complain. "When I ask something I want you to answer, otherwise I will make sure that your tight pussy is rammed so hard, you would not be able to walk." His words and degradation only sent a chill of excitement down my spine. "Y-yes" I muttered out. "Now Strip." °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Jeon Jungkook the mafia boss, the said lunatic and psychopath has to marry someone, as his grand father's last wish, but the person he marries, had an opposite world to his. Will she be able to actually become "HIS AMIABLE WIFE?" (This book is available both in Wattpad and Scroll Stack, check the first chapter, "Important" for more details)