"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

狂 ┊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 気 ┊yandere! alastor x fem! reader ━━ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❛❛ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 ❜❜ ╚ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╗ ➶ ｡˚ ┊𝐈𝐍 the most strangest of ways, a young woman is transported into the show Hazbin Hotel not as a random sinner, but a soul switched into the body of a cat. With the help from the enigmatic Radio Demon, she can freely transition from sinner to cat, but the longer she stays at the hotel, the more it becomes hard to deny the dark, twisted feelings that are brewing. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 ↴ ✧ ┊𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑, the demon ✧ ┊𝐀𝐍𝐃 all he wants, is you ╔ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╝ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋙ mature themes & language 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 02/03/24 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 07/27/25 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 ⋙ completed 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #1 - In the U.S. #1 - In the Philippines #1 - In Canada #1 - hazbinhotel #1 - twistedromance #1 - yanderexreader #1 - yandere #1 - alastor #1 - obsessive #1 - obsession #1 - mature #1 - hell #1 - Vivziepop #1 - demons #1 - dark #1 - infatuation #1 - twistedromance #2 - In the U.K. #4 - twisted 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 Hazbin Hotel

COMPLETED 😌💛 Jake and the boys moved back to the Traphouse and they had one more empty room. Jake asked his childhood friend Y/N to move in. She agreed and moved in right away. Colby: what's the new girls name again? (This will contain screenshots of fake convos and IG posts. This story is already posted and finished on my IG) #1 on Colbybrockfan #2 on colbybrock

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!