"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

His hand was slammed on the table and he shouted my name. I looked at him, startled. "I'm talking to you Annalise" he stated rather annoyed. "Oh sorry, I guess I was busy not listening" He took a deep breath in and started talking again. "You haven't eaten in two days - you need to eat." "And whose fault would that be?" I replied "Annalise I will not tell you again, eat your food." My food remained in front of me, getting colder as I poked it with some cutlery. I let go of my fork. It clattered back on the plate, sending noise through the quite house. "And I will not tell you again, I am not eating it." ----------- Eighteen-year-old Annalise Reid is a sporty and smart school girl when her world is turned on its head by none other than the one and only, Mason Reyes. Feared leader of the American Mafia, Mason is confident that he can get any girl he wants worshiping the ground he walks on but what happened when Annalise does not do what he wants? Will Mason break her into submission or will Annalise escape from the living hell that he is putting her through? Also sorry, the start is kind of rusty but if you stick at it I promise it will get better. Comments are welcome!! B xx

Lilith, a naive and innocent girl is met face to face with the Italian Don, Riot De Luca. She manages through his controlling and demanding ways, and they soon find themselves managing through their lives with one another. mature| toxic| may have triggering things, beware| Book 1 of The De Luca series.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 ❝ 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐬 . . . 𝐋𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚 ❞ 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗔𝘇𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆 is one of those most feared assassins in the underworld, they call her 𝙇𝙖 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙖 and she's known for always saying one single word before killing someone . . . 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙨. One night she decided to let loose with her sister at a club in Las Vegas, where she happens to meet a mafia heir, 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗷𝗮𝗵 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼. She didn't expect to wake up the next morning in his hotel room with a ring on her finger, indicating she's now married to the man she danced with the night before. Will Serenity be able to get out of this accidental marriage while hiding that she lives a double life or will she, an assassin and he, the Castillo Mafia Heir fall for each other instead?