"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

"Don't..." he rubbed my clit slowly, and I gasped, closing my eyes shut. "You ever think of talking about that damn blondie in front of me again," he dipped a finger into me slowly, and I squeezed my toes in my shoes. "Or think of seeing or getting stuck with him forever. It will never happen while I'm alive, Darlin Zera. Hmm?" He pulled out and shoved it in again, and I let out a silent cry. "We...are...in the library," I croaked, forcing my eyes to look at his. "You think I didn't know that? Huh?" He slowly drew his finger out before forcing it back in. I bit my bottom lips sharply and suppressed my moan. "Also, you will be a good girl for me and go to the teacher's office. Tell them you want me as a partner instead. " He pulled out, leaving half of his finger inside me before shoving it back in. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Zera Palmer is an ordinary, smart, and composed senior in Meadow High who finds herself juggling her studies with feeding her family by working part-time as a waitress. That was what everyone thought, including her mother. But Zera is aware that the "part-time work aspect as a waitress" is not true. She worked as a stripper at a club where she transformed into a completely different person each night. She had everything planned out, and her secret work was going smoothly. Getting caught was the last thing she wanted. However, a particular famous bad guy at her school, who had girls falling at his feet and would go to any length to get what he wanted, sees her and makes a deal with her in exchange for keeping her secret. I mean, it's just a deal? That was Zera thought, but the deal evolved into something neither of them expected. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ♥️) I update this story everyday so trust me, we will both enjoy this story together 😩 All images are from PINTEREST excluding the whatsapp messages screenshots.

"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

𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 a girl too caught up in her own insecurities to confess her feelings for the schools popular boy, finds herself in a fake dating situation with his best friend. 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. . . popular x insecure, fake dating, love triangle trope. STARTED? 06/07/23 COMPLETED? 06/11/23  -saebyeok 2025