"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

A man claimed by the devil. A woman claimed by no one. Until him. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is a monster. His family relies on him to torture and kill. It's his birthright, curse, and the most delicious punishment for a gluttonous sinner. He's no stranger to violence and depravity. Soldier of the Romano crime family, he might be stranger to everything else. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄 is an outcast, the hidden gem of the Genovese crime family, shunned by her father and forgotten by the world. She's utterly alone, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kidnapped by the man with dark eyes, tattoos, and a soul to match. And he isn't planning on letting her go. The deviant killer with the angelic name, her intended torturer, the devil of the underground. Santo is quickly becoming something to Nina that seems impossible, something that neither of them are ready for. She threatens to uproot everything he's always known and been, and when secrets are revealed, when demons come out to play, it's not only a matter of how willing Santo and Nina are to salvage something that seems to be the only beautiful corner of both their worlds. It's a matter of whether any kind of beauty can survive in a world so dark. ✚ Dark Saint is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and dark themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 1 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ] Featured on @Romance Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +

When Valeria Venezia takes a discreet nanny job in a secluded Italian villa, she doesn't expect the child to belong to Luciano Salvatore - ruthless mafia boss, billionaire kingpin, and a man whose name alone commands fear across Europe. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Luciano doesn't do relationships. He certainly doesn't do nannies. But Valeria's presence unsettles his carefully controlled world. She's not afraid of his threats. Not swayed by his money. And she's melting the ice around his heart faster than he can rebuild it. But the world Luciano lives in isn't safe - and neither is the obsession brewing between them. She came to care for a child. He plans to make her his. Whether she wants it or not. BOOK ONE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

" 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘" luvqshadow-2-26-25 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- -ˏˋ " 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬."ˊˎ- ╰┈➤" 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪." ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ─┈ In desperate search of solace, wearing two losses on your hands like thick textured gloves, you arrive at Trost State University in an attempt to live out a dream you once shared with someone dear. There, eating off the bone of sheer chance, your present is greeted by your past, and you find your life intertwining with a group of close-knit friends. Lingering in their shadows, close behind, is an art student named Jean Kirstein, with a cold exterior, heavy-bagged eyes, and unpredictable behavior. It's not long before your heads clash, but what happens when your hearts begin to do the same? 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 aot college au. 18+. dark content. check all trigger warnings. intended only for mature audiences. read at your own risk. an absolute slow burn so if you're gonna complain, don't read!! i am not accepting translations!! cover art credit - bearbrickjia ☆﹕ good rankings﹒✷︵ #1 jeankirstein #1 shingeki #1 jeanxreader #1 attackontitanfanfiction #1 jean #1 college au #1 party ෆ

❛ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.❜ ❛ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.❜ cover art credit: enviep1 on twt college au 18 + i do not own any of these characters tw: drugs, mature language, sh, suicide, violence, smut and more

ᴇʀᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ! | ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀᴜ .⋆𐙚 🍒 Maybe you were meant to collide. Maybe the universe planned this long before either of you had a say. Always on a collision course, travelling at light speed towards one another. cover art by xhealer_ on ig/tiktok