"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

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3

A girl that gets used for bets. So gullible, naive. She doesn't believe in anyone anymore. She felt like everyone around her was lying. He wanted to be the one that changed that. He wanted her. ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 :: Her past haunts her everyday. She thinks everyone around her is liars. She doesn't believe anyone. She doesn't trust anyone. If she could run away, she would. Well, she had two people keeping her going. Their names are Marcello and Christopher. 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐎 :: He would do anything for her. In his eyes, she had no flaw. He wanted to calm down the storm she had inside her. He wanted to be her everything. Though there's someone in his way.

Everything I love gets destroyed. First, my biological family, then my adoptive parents. (Or at least I thought.) My life is a wreck, the only control I have is my mafia and company. Until one man decides he wants to change that. Fredrico Rossi, a.k.a the most infuriating man i've ever met. He's cocky, annoying, and just a fucking dickhead. Hatred is an understatement for what I feel for this man. I fucking loathe him. Everything this man does annoys the hell out of me. But when we're forced to work together, the hatred turns to something else. And before I know it, I find my walls that I spend years building up crumbling behind his touch. First book in the brutal series. This is a lost mafia princess/ enemies to lovers story. I hope you enjoy!

[Book 2] ••••••••••• After constantly being lied to and betrayed from not only her family but also her once best friend, Angela finds it hard to be able to trust anyone again. What will Elijah do when Angela enters his life again? Will he be able to gain her trust again or remain a distant memory to her? •••••••••••••• "Promises are like little hearts. They aren't meant to be broken." ••••••••••••••

"Please, Nymeria. We can tell you that another time." Nikko says but I shake my head. "For my whole entire life, I have been thinking it's my fault that you guys left. So I want to know if I'm right or wrong." "It's not your fault that we left-" "Then what is it?! Please, just tell me. I'm desperate at this point. Just tell me!" "We wanted to protect you. We didn't want you to see what Federico did to us when we had to join the mafia. We didn't want you to be involved in this life." Nikko admits. "Which is stupid-" Arcello adds. "That's not the reason right? To protect me?" I question. "That is the main reason." "If you guys wanted to protect me, you would have stayed." I shake my head, backing away from them more. "We are sorry, Nymeria.. But we can get to know each other and then, we promise, we won't leave you again. But I'm pretty sure you heard a lot about us from Federico." Theo promises. "I shouldn't have to hear about you! I'm almost twenty and I have to get to know my brothers that I was born with! " I shout back, my hands tangling into my hair. I don't know if I should be happy that I'm with them or angry at them for leaving or both. Either way, I'm still losing my mind. .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . 𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍 :: "I'm immortal until proven mortal." She went through so much so young. The past haunts her. Nobody knows. She couldn't trust anyone that much to be that foolish. Yet, Nymeria let HIM in. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊 :: "I would say go to hell, but I don't want to see you down there." He felt abondendend. Guilty. But he thought he deserved it. He has a frozen heart. Nobody dares to try and defrost it. It was stupid. Though SHE still did it. And he was grateful.

[UPDATES WILL BE SLOW] IRIS LEVEINE has dealt with many things, the lost of her child. Her husband cheating on her with her sister. It's no surprise that she joined a gang with her twins. She didn't know what she was getting into when she joined. Her world is now full of drugs and guns. With the help of her sisters she figured out how to move on, and is now a very feared member in the gang. ALESSIO ROMANO a feared man. With only one thing on his mind, kill. He was taught that killing people is the only way to live. He enjoys to kill. People now down to him, making way for when he is near, I'm fear of what he will do to them if they don't. It's not that the killing part scares them it the way he kills. They way he smiles when he is killing. He is a monster. What happens when Iris and Alessio bump into each other at a club? Or when Alessio can't bring himself to kill her for bumping into him? Or when Iris freeze not being able to give him a snarky attitude? What happens when they see each other more often? When they feel something for each other? Will they kill each other in the process of falling in love? Or will they save each other? Read to find out!!

What does it mean to be a family? More so, what lengths do we go to for family? Sienna D'Angelo was a regular girl with an unusual upbringing. She always felt out of place in her lifestyle, though it wasn't until he mothers death where she found out who she truly was. She was brought into a world of violence and death at the hands of finding her father, whilst meeting a breathtaking Italian mobster who she just can't seem to stay away from. Entering this merciless world would ensure a dangerous life for herself but what she didn't know was how quick her old life would fall apart. Welcome to the Mafia, will you make it out alive?