"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

When vengeance strikes in the form of a bullet out for the princess's blood, Princess Aleia VonAuclair must flee the heart of her country in order to protect the people she loves and take back the pieces of her soul she'd lost to the girl she once loved like a sister - the same girl who'd turned out to be the one hidden beneath the assassin's mask all along. ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Princess Aleia VonAuclair's twenty-first birthday was set to mark the beginning of a new era; a celebration of a country and their princess reborn after a deathly battle that put an entire nation neck-to-neck with Asrea's infamous serial killer. While Aleia struggles to twine the identities of the girl she'd once played dress up with to the girl history writes down as the heartless slayer of innocents, the rest of the world will forever remember her only as her legacy: Asrea's renowned Harbinger of Death. But when terrors of a sharpshooter and his lethal bullet striking for vengeance erupts the nation into utter chaos, the princess is forced to flee thousands of miles away from her home and the people she holds dear to her heart. Hidden between the shadows of a new city, Aleia is ordered keep her head down and her heart locked tight until they capture the man set out for the princess's blood. No distractions, no attachments, and absolutely no mistakes. If only it were that simple. If only if it weren't for the man whose cold, green eyes seem to pierce straight through her soul and into the buried depths of the secrets tearing her life apart by the seams. The man whose own shadows threaten to unveil hers. ♡♡♡ Completed on 9/3/2024 #1 in YoungAdult 🥇 #1 in TeenRomance 🥇 #2 in HiddenIdentity 🥈

'she was his light, he was her darkness. he would do anything for her, as long as it meant he would see her smile once more. some people would say their love story is basic and overrated. but it wasn't, or at least it wasn't for them. she loved making him smile, he loved smiling for her. she loved making him laugh, he would always laugh for her. his love for her was infinite, so it was the other way around. the way they were perfect for each other. the boy who didn't talk and the girl who could talk for hours' Lily is a 17 year old girl, who has an unhealthy obsession with sunglasses, lip gloss and books. she the type of girl who every girl dreams to be, she's kind, funny, friendly, smart and absolutely gorgeous. she never believed she would ever get a relationship like in the books, she knew she would just end up heart broken, so she just kept to her two best friends Olivia and Gabi. they were the golden trio, they did everything together. they have been best friends since they could talk and they will try to keep the relationship till they die. Nathan is a 18 year old boy, who is the definition of a 'bad-boy'. Hes the football captain, he's known for being the player. His best friends are Eli, Ace and Milo. they have been best friends since birth. Nathan is also known for his brown fluffy hair, his dark and soft dark voice. but he has never been in a relationship nor has he ever fucked anyone, which is ironic since he's the schools 'player'. but that's his little secret

In the sleepy town of Ohio, life is turned upside down when ordinary toilets start dancing to the tune of chaos. As the whimsical Skibidi Toilets malfunction and disrupt the town's peace with random, uncontrollable dance routines, the residents find themselves in desperate need of a solution. Enter the Sigmas, an elite team of problem-solvers renowned for their discipline and determination. Tasked with restoring order, the Sigmas must confront the rogue Skibidi Toilets and their mysterious ringleader, all while navigating a maze of flashing lights and flooding bathrooms. Will they be able to save Ohio from this bizarre invasion? The fate of the town hangs in the balance.

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

❝ I'm as much a bad-boy as you're an average girl. So I suppose that answers both our questions. ❞ •♤• Lila Smith's life was a perfect routine. Until the house next door became the devil's residence. •♤• Lila was average. Or so she claimed. With a stash of hidden insults she had no problem throwing at the bad-boy Derek Greyson next door, Lila ignored him. And all her plans to remain undiscovered go to hell when she sees him at one of her fights at Blue. Sadly for her, Derek's intent on finding out who the so-called Wildcat of Ladenhill is. Derek was a badboy. He wouldn't have paid her any attention but to him, Lila was a mystery he wasn't okay with. The average girl soon became his favorite person to annoy and his target of perverted jokes. With secrets he wanted to share, Lila becomes his escape. But if he's anything, its persistent. And he wants to know who the fighter behind the purple Wildcat mask is and in the end uncovering far more than he bargained for. So he became the Wolf of Ladenhill but the Wildcat's anything but easy. And considering they're both magnets for danger, it doesn't take long before intertwined trouble gives the two a revisit from their pasts. •♤• Featured by: Teen Fiction profile under 'Head Over Heels'. (Thank you for dropping by, now click on the READ, vote, comment, follow and enjoy! Would mean a lot. And please don't copy, This is an original piece! Dual P.O.V. book! Swearing and some sexual innuendos.) TW: Violence, swearing, PTSD, sexual assault.