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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 i know what love is, ✯ it is because of you ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ So, she saved a helpless child, it was off instinct. She was no hero, and she knew that. She never expected to be treated like one either. And she wasn't... Instead, he treated her like a queen. • • • "Why a chocolate sundae? There's over 100 flavors here." "I've mainly ever eaten chocolate sundaes at home so I like them!" "Why only chocolate? Why not banana or strawberry?" "Because my dad only keeps chocolate in the house. He's obsessed with it!" "Your dad likes chocolate huh?" "Mhm!" ••• [⚠️READ DISCLAIMER⚠️] Picture Credit: (unless Stated otherwise) PINTEREST, MY CAMERA ROLL

What would you do if you're the playgirl of the city and enough rich to buy more than one island, but all of a sudden a woman you slept with before months rings your doorbell with a baby in her arms? The year is 2068 and almost every homophobe disappeared. In these year some girls and boys, who have genetic problems like sex organs, live along with the other people in peace. Alexandra Johnson was one of them. She wasn't just a regular girl, but a shemale lesbian sleeping with almost every female she wanted. This girl just became the Vice President of a game company in New York when all of a sudden one of the girls she slept with appeared near her house's main door with a baby. Alexandra didn't know what happens, except the fact that before separating with the mother she was deeply in love with her. What happens next is a mystery

in which a shy florist falls in love with a flirty mafia boss. ┈┈┈┈․°🌸°․┈┈┈┈ gwendolyn westbrook has spent her life filled with schoolwork and stress. taking care of flowers was her way to relax. she'd never experienced the feeling of love- let alone a relationship. her whole life changes when she is kidnapped into a mafia, then meets karla valetin- one of the most powerful mafia bosses out there. unexpectedly, they fall in love. polar opposites yet bounced off of each other well. the two love in more and find more about themselves and their deepest desires. yet what challenges would follow their blooming relationship? 🪷#1 in maturecontent - 3/29/22 🪷#1 in womanxwoman - 4/2/22 🪷2 in womensrights - 9/8/22 🪷 #3 in lesbianfiction - 3/29/22 🪷 #3 in womensrights - 9/5/22 🪷 #3 in womanxwoman - 9/7/22 🪷 #4 in womensrights - 8/26/22 🪷 #6 in wlw - 4/3/22 🪷 #6 in womensrights - 4/9/22 🪷 #8 in gxglesbianlgbt - 4/1/22 🪷 #11 in womensrights - 8/10/22

"too early you say?" i nodded fastly, gulping. neika leaned closer to me and her bottom lip rolled against my stomach and i looked down at her and held on to her shoulder. "so you're saying if i'm supposed to eat you out right now it'd be too early, princess?" - 🦋Full Description Inside🦋

Willow Grey is 18 years old, sharp, attentive and intersex. Some see her as quiet and rude as her friends know the real Willow. She is determined and charming. Holly Anderson is 23 years old with a husband of two years and a new job as a teacher. Her life has always been this perfect story, making her parents and people around her admire her. But they both know there's something wrong...

(stud4stud) 🖤 - It's just clothes! No H8 tolerated, whatsoever. Don't bother reading this if you don't support it! Published - June 1st, 2021 Amina is a self-taught photographer. She's low on income and in debt though she'd never admit it. One faithful night, she meets Taye in the midst of her troubles. Taye ends up offering her a proposition that she cannot resist, to film her and her partner. But things turn out not to be as simple as it seems... **(18+) This book revolves around BDSM.**

A step into Syna's wild life. • • • I pretended as though I was stretching and I layed back down. I looked back to see Syna in her closet with her back turned to me, shirtless. I guess she thought I was still sleep so I pretended I was. I peeked my eye opened every few seconds to see what she was up to. She was putting on a suit. She walked out the closet and went into the bathroom. She closed the door and I got from under the covers to adjust myself. I don't know why I was so wet. I sat up and put my hands inside of my boxers and felt myself. soaked. I didn't notice she came out of the bathroom and was standing by her dresser looking at me. I looked up at her and quickly took my hands out of my pants. She had a smirk on her face and I had a panicked look on mines. I was embarrased. "I-its not what you...think" "mm, looks like you were playing with yourself to me, morning wood?" she chuckled then rubbed her chin. "I- no.." She came to the bed and....

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] shes the perfect dom for me.