"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

Annalise sees the world as though she is looking at it from afar. As if it's just a meaningless painting in a museum that she is observing. Admiring the beautiful strokes and the imperfections that somehow manage to make it even more intriguing. The last thing she would ever expect is someone reaching out from the painting and pulling her inside. The colors feeling as though she can practically taste them on her tongue. Suddenly being indulged by something she once saw as so two dimensional. Something that she once thought had no soul, no form of beauty beneath the surface. Only being able to see a pretty frame and gorgeous yet seemingly meaningless brush strokes. A life hidden in plain sight. Highest ranks: #1 in library #7 in fictional characters #1 in cute #6 in high school #1 in slowburn #4 in teen romance

Dilara Caesar moved to Stanford Hill after going to a private school her whole life, she wants to live her senior year as a normal high school student. The Giovanni's are one of the most dangerous mafia groups in California, but no one in their school knows that. Dilara crosses paths with Adriano Giovanni and her plans of having a normal senior year go up in flames.

After repeating a grade because of her significantly low math scores, she promised herself to concentrate on the upcoming school year, but that was until she saw her new maths teacher. Her desire for him grew so strong that she intentionally misbehaved just so she could be bent over the desk and spanked ruthlessly. (teacherxstudent) ⚠️: Eating disorder, suicide, crime

❝I want you so bad.❞ I tease him while trailing my hand up his white buttoned shirt feeling his abs. "Ms. Rose.." His voice was soft and sweet when I lowered myself down to his sleek black dress pants. "We shouldn't do this." He sighed looking down at me as I look up at him as well. "I know, but I want to." "I want to feel all of you Elijah." I unbuttoned his shirt revealing himself to me as I kept myself on my knees. His body was absolutely stunning, chiseled but soft toned abs. "V-Ms. Rose." He groans as I kiss and lick every muscle throughout his body. "Stop talking and let me touch you." I go back up to his face to kiss his wet pink lips. Elijah moans softly in my mouth as I swirled my tongue all around. Slowly, I take both of his pale hands as I still kiss him and put his touch on the back of my zipper. He knew quickly what he was suppose to do, so he unzips my dark red dress and pulls off the dress showing myself to him as well. "Oh..my" He cleared his throat as he saw my cleavage popping right in those dark blue eyes. I never thought I would've grown sexually attracted to my own professor. "Elijah? what the hell is going on in there" Highest rankings # #1 passion #1 slowburn #1 temptation #1 smallagegap #1 risky #1 seduction #2 chancellor #7 unholy #33 hidden #40 badgirlgoodboy #76 tension

Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔," 𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝒉𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟. "𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒" "𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝐼 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙y" _____________ The story of a girl that falls in love with her abusive boyfriend's dad. _________________ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ᴜɴᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ

❛ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡 ❜ ↳˳;; ❝ 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ᵕ̈೫˚∗ 𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙘 𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙘 (+ 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧) {𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 - 𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙘 𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙮}

For 𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀, all worlds contain dangerous elements- though she might even be safer in the Borderlands; the laws she broke don't apply here. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows about her actions all too well. He's not interested in redemption, yet something about her piques his curiosity. Perhaps the fact that her illegal activities affected him on a daily basis. Once they enter the Borderlands, they pretend not to know each other. But both of them are always keeping a sharp eye out. Waiting for the other to crack. Waiting, maybe, for the moment they lose a game. 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - a vision seen in sleep; a dream Chishiya x OC Alice In Borderland

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.