Second in The Fallen Angel Series. A conspiracy surrounding her life is starting to emerge. Updated when I can. #55 in Adventure 5/31/17

But love stories don't always end well. This one does though. UNPUBLISHED IT HERE BECAUSE THIS IS A BOOK NOW!! INFO IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE!<3 ❝I what?" "You called me. You asked me to come to you, so I did." I close my eyes for a second, "you...came from the other side of the world after one phone call?" "Yes. Of course I did.❞ "i want to marry this book please" - atoriio on wattpad "I honestly find it shocking. Your story is amazing, and your writing is excellent. I know in the future you'll be more noticed by your books <333" "I will never forget this book, like EVER" - MarvelStudios16 on wattpad

"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

It's been three hundred years since the emergence of a vampire virus. A virus which only affected unborn male babies. The world has come to accept that vampires are not super human monsters who crave human blood. They're more human like than monster. Only needing a little human blood occasionally. However, their bites possess an amazing healing ability. Not a bad trade off. Fast forward to current day and for the first time in history attacks on innocent people by vampires are starting to occur. After suffering one of these attacks, can Violet Charr find her place in her suddenly changing world or will she be pulled under by the darkness that has always slept below the surface of this seemingly perfect society?