[ONGOING- DAILY UPDATES] My heart beats fast as slide down the wall, still in shock. I try to progress how my life changed in the span of one week. It was all okay to receive notes, roses, chocolates but it was another thing to have a stalker and be threatened by him. How could someone be so Ruthless. He literally send me a picture of a dead body, and that is all I need to know that he can and will actually harm my brother if I go against him. I can't let anything happen to Nathan. So, I will not go against him, that thing is for sure. But, what about me? What is going to happen to me? Is he still going to stalk and threaten me forever? My mind is in a turmoil of confusion, fear and nervousness of what is going to happen. All I can do is wait. Wait for what? I don't know. ∆∆∆ Evelyn Anderson is an innocent 16 year old. She has the perfect life. A loving brother (Parents- deseased), Good friends, good grades and what not. She is a kind and a loving person. But, One day things take turn. She starts receiving letters, gifts, chocolates, roses from a person with the initial L.D At first, she thinks of it as a Normal admirer. But, What happens when that person starts killing all those who even look at her in a bad way? What do you think will happen when that person will go to any lengths to have her? Is this a stalker? But, most importantly who is L.D? All we know is he owned Evelyn the second his eyes landed on her. ~She is mine and mine only~ Check this book's Instagram page out; @wattpadauthor2021

"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