"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

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

The rivalry between high schools is fierce. But the rivalry between Baylor High School and Brentwood High School was fiercer. When people come to these schools, they learn two very important things quickly. 1. Every competition between these schools matters. If you lose, you are shamed. 2. Absolutely NO contact with anyone from the other school Alexa Baker had to live and die by these rules because her brother Seth promised that if she didn't, he would make the rest of her junior and senior year hell even when he was at college. He was the reigning senior state quarterback. He couldn't have his little sister of all people break these rules. So even with all of her curiosity towards the mysterious people of Brentwood High School, she stayed away and stuck with her friend group. Until a run in with a mysterious stranger at a sold out movie makes her rethink everything she thought she wanted. A conversation she overhead drags her into a secret bigger than the rivalry that shaped her childhood. And Homecoming...well, Alexa's life would never truly be the same. For good or for bad. ***Completed August 22, 2018***

| COMPLETED | Highest Ranks: #1 in Teen Fiction (06/11/17) & #1 General Fiction (07/22/17) | When Amaya receives an acceptance letter to her dream college, she is ecstatic. It has been her dream for as long as she can remember to follow in her father's footsteps of graduating top of her collegiate class. She has been working her whole high school career to be chosen for a scholarship to the university, so when she received it, Amaya thought it would all be smooth sailing from there. It truly was going well until her roommate jumped ship...well schools, and dumped all costs on her. To avoid getting a job that would distract her from her studies, Amaya decides on renting out the other bedroom in her apartment to split the costs and save some money. Poor Amaya didn't know when she made this decision, that a smooth-talking and annoyingly attractive, football player could be just as distracting, if not more, than employment. ***************************** Theodore Thompson, or as he liked to be called Theo, is a hot shot football player quickly climbing the charts and earning many of the NFL scout's watchful eyes. He could care less about morals, or even schoolwork. But for some odd reason Theo does care about good financial opportunities and saving money. So when a flyer goes up advertising an exceptional deal on a nice apartment, he goes for it. Unfortunately, at the time, Theo didn't know that getting a roommate came along with such an amazing arrangement. Cover made by: WinterFeels_

Rosalie Harness is a typical seventeen year old teenager, she goes to school, dates, parties and all other typical teenage things. But there is one thing which is not so typical, she got kicked out of her own house, by her own parents! Not because she is a rebel, far from that, simply because she existed. So when she finds a perfect place to stay, there is one problem. She has a roommate, a male roommate, who happens to be the hottest boy in her school; Vincent Clarke. Secrets are told. Deep Secrets. And you realize, not everything is what it seems...

Audrey Danler had one rule: never mix alcohol with weddings. But one night, too many drinks, and one too-handsome groomsman later, she wakes up in Vren Parkinson's hotel room-naked, mortified, and full of regret. It was supposed to be a one-time mistake. A bad decision no one would ever talk about again. Then she finds out she's pregnant. And suddenly, that one mistake isn't so easy to forget-especially when the man she barely knows is about to become the father of her child.

He stares right at me, "You eat like a pig." "You look like a pig." I rolled my eyes, continuing to eat. "A pretty damn sexy pig." He winked. "You might be a sexy pig, but you talk like a donkey." "Are you agreeing that I'm sexy?" He narrowed his eyes, smirking. "No...I didn't mean it like that. I just..." I blushed. The nerve of this boy. __________________________________________ Cassie Davis. A girl leading her normal life. She has great grades, an amazing personality, and two better than awesome best friends. Insert in Carter Wayford. A type of guy Cassie Davis hates. In other words, he's a bad boy...Carter Wayford the bad boy. A guy with a flirtatious personality filled with sarcasm and sass. One day when Cassie's best friend leaves her 'for good', Cassie needs to find a way to get revenge. Well, the best person to help her with that? Carter Wayford. But Carter Wayford will only help her if she wins a bet. Little does she know that this bet will change everything... A bet with the bad boy. _______________________ Please read at your own risk! This story involves lots swearing and other mature ideas and one stunning bad boy bound to make you swoon! xoxo -Meggie |||Highest Rank: #38 in Teen Fiction||| [COMPLETED]

"-So try it" Grayson says suddenly to Brea. "Try what?" Her eyebrow raises with intrigue. "You said you can snap your fingers and turn your feelings off... like a light switch, you said, just like that?! So, fall in love with me and then one day...just... stop. and move on," Brea was taken aback by his words, thinking there's no way he was serious. Unimpressed, she gets up to leave and laughs at him saying,"you're crazy." But as she shakes her head, on her way to the door, he grabs her arm and says,"no, I'm serious, B. If you're telling the truth that you have great communication skills and don't get clingy or jealous, then what's the worst that could happen?" She lets out nothing but honesty,"I never said I had great communication skills." "It was implied. So what do you say?" He puts his hand out for her to shake and agree on the proposal. She looks at it then joins his hand and asks,"how long?" "A year," Grayson suggests easily. She disagrees which prompts him to ask her,"how long does it take you to say you love someone?" Brea hesitates to answer, knowing she's never been in love before. "Six months, take it or leave it," they agree. With a confident smile on his face, Grayson promises Brea something, saying,"by the time this house is built, you'll be in love with me." Just Like That by Natasha Carmen 2019. ~ The day you decide it's over, it's over. ~ Cover by @aestenne 💜

[COMPLETED] "I could bring some lunch and drop it off at your house if you give me your address......" "Oh hell no!!! I don't want some 60 year old creep going around my neighborhood dropping food and running after little girls. " "Excuse me. But this '60 something year old creep' is a college student who is 21 and VERY hot. He was trying to be nice to his friend, who by the looks of it, is actually a stalker going around calling innocent boys and trying to seduce them. TRYING being the key word here. " .............................................................................. When a crazy sarcastic girl prank calls and meets her "Prince Charming " (9-OCT-2018) Previously known as "PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLYFISH" COVER BY - @ashesofinfinity March 29th- April 6 th- Published and Completed.