Matteo Rossi X Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.

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"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

"If you are ever lucky enough to come across something so beautiful it shifts your whole world, don't ever let that go." Beckett Davis: I've been in love with Bailey Connors since I was 7 years old and she gave me back my soccer ball. We've been neighbors for years, even sharing windows facing each other's bedrooms. Our families are close, I view her grandfather as my own. The only thing is, I still can't bring myself to say more than a few words to the girl who occupies most of my thoughts. Going into my last year of high school, I needed the chance to have my world shifted by Bailey Connors. Bailey Connors: I broadcasted my crush on Beckett Davis in the 2nd grade after decorating him a cookie. And every time after that when I can't control how my face heats around him. My grandfather adores the boy next door, and who doesn't? I'm embarrassed of how long it took me to reach for things I may want, instead of just letting things happen to me. Beckett's seen some of my worst moments from afar, but what would it be like for him to see them up close? #1 in bookworm #1 in highschoolromance #1 in foundfamily #1 in goldenretriever #1 in neighbors #1 in teenromance #1 in friendstolovers

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

❝ I don't have time to waste thinking about a boy who will only destroy my future,❞ I say getting closer to him with every word, maybe a little too close. I feel his breath fanning my face. He licks his lip as a sneaky smirk slips onto them, his greenish-gray eyes shift between my lips and eyes, making my traitorous breath hitch. ❝ You saying you think about me, Torres? ❞ ~ Mariana Torres is the first in her family to go to college. Being the first in a Latinx family comes with more pressure and stress than usual, something Mariana is used to. She wants nothing but to make her family proud, even if it means pursuing something she's not interested in. Now heading off to UCLA on a full-ride with her best friend, she's finally getting the chance to get a strong education and become a successful doctor. But every perfect plan has bumps in the road, and this one just happens to be a beautiful one. Aiden Grey lives life like he's dying. He parties, drinks, smokes, burns through his money, and sleeps around with every girl at UCLA. He isn't attracting the ladies by being a brooding bad boy, but by being so carefree you feel your problems slip away when you're with him. Too bad Mariana can't afford for her problems to slip away. *** Warning: Book contains swearing and mature content. WARNING... PART 2: This story contains emotional rollercoasters, flawed characters, tears, sometimes a scary amount of anger and frustration, a really really strong 'has to be you' type of love. *This warning was apparently needed...* ENJOY ~ COMPLETE ~ #1 in Adult-content 6/27/2020 #1 in Romance 6/28/2020 #1 in University 7/4/2020 #5 in Drama 7/6/2020 #3 in College 7/10/2020 #1 in Collegeromance 7/10/2020 #4 in Slowburn 7/18/2020 #1 in Love 10/21/2020 #1 in Singing 11/29/2020

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

The Criminal and His Runaway ❦ an enemies to lovers slowburn. . . . Helena left a world of polished lies, thinking freedom would be gentle. It wasn't. It looked like Elias Ashford. He hates her. She hates him. But nothing fuels chemistry like shared walls, sharp words- and the slow, dangerous shift from enemies to something much worse. . . . Not a single dull chapter ;) Warning: Suggestive content Slowburn Morally grey male lead You've been warned. Happy Reading!

"Who did this to you?" The question hangs in the air between us. I can't look at him. I stare at my hands instead. "Ella." His voice breaks on my name. "Please. Talk to me." "I- " The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I can't." "You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not going anywhere."

(Short story) "This kiss just sealed the deal. You're mine and only mine now, Grace." His voice is low and rough like gravel and laced with something primal. I stop breathing. The air thickens, electric, heavy like the sky before a storm breaks. Everything stills, but the static between us crackles like it's seconds from combusting. His breath fans across my lips-close, so close-but still not touching. My heart slams against my ribs, erratic and loud, like it's trying to break free from my chest. Then his hand finds my jaw. His palm is rough, warm, grounding-but the look in his eyes? That's a wildfire. Just heat and hunger and something darker. "I..." The word is a whisper, barely there, shaky and useless. I can't finish it. His nose brushes mine in the softest graze, but there's nothing innocent about the way he's looking at me. Like he's seconds away from tearing me apart. Like he's been starving for this. "Say something" he murmurs, voice thick, his eyes flicking to my mouth. My lips part, not to speak, but because I need to breathe, to taste the tension curling like smoke around us. His thumb drags across my lower lip, slow and deliberate. My knees damn near buckle. I grab the front of his shirt, clutching it in both fists like he's the only thing tethering me to the ground. He leans in closer. And then his lips brush mine. Barely. A whisper of a kiss, soft enough to make me shiver. Then he kisses me again.