(COMPLETED) Wattpad NA Featured Novel After ordering a Robotic Boyfriend from an anonymous website on the dark web, Ivy Fisher goes to many length to free him from the strange company. **** With the help of Roman Huxley, a computer genius, Ivy Fisher is out to find out the reason why her Robotic Boyfriend had little to no identity of a Robot, but a human. Together, they come across a shocking discovery that earth might have another dimension within. But Despite the warnings from Ethan Murray, her Robotic Boyfriend, she is determined to find his dimension and free him from their clutches, but on a mission to save all the subjects forced into the dimension, Ivy Fisher finds herself in big trouble, as an unfortunate incident causes her life to change for the worse. _ YA-SCI-FI

"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

"This story of ours is written into the stars, my love." In which all the Greek Gods reincarnate as mortals, only to find each other all over again.

i have arrows in my eyes that pierce the hearts of nonbelievers. [ finished ]

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

[SAMPLE - NOW PUBLISHED] Selene Haddad works for the hottest fiction app on the market, tasked with writing romance all day. It's a dream job, minus one little aspect of it: having to work alongside Daniel Santiago, the infuriatingly attractive man who screwed her out of a massive payday. She may have written it a thousand times, but Selene is quick to learn that even in real life there truly is a thin line between love and hate.

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

Corwin Wilde is sort of best friends with Daisy Harrison. Sort of, because he took her virginity. Sort of, because she slept around after. Sort of, because he's absolutely in love with her. This is the story about how Wilde bucked up and well, tried, to move on from his first love. (Previously known as The Art Of Sleeping Together)

Persephone was not dead. He had waited so long. Hoped so long. And finally Hades had proof that his love was truly not dead. But at what cost? Thea does not know what to make of the nightmare she had the first night she slept in her new dorm. Neither does she have any memory about the new tattoo on her neck. Is it a weird ballerina? Is it a trident? Hell knows. The only thing she's sure of is that if she finds out, her life will change forever.

"It's very easy to be number one: find the guy who is number one, and score one point higher than he does." -Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air There are those naturally better than you. No matter how hard you work, you can't change that. Your talents do not always coincide with passions and your passions do not always coincide with your talents. Nonetheless, talent is something you make bloom. Instinct is something you polish. The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.