"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

"Before we get started, I need you to know that I don't do soft sex. I like it rough." Harry Styles is surrounded by walls. But after a summer filled with deprecating passion, she might just be the only one who can break those walls. *this story contains mature and explicit content*

res·pite /ˈrespət,rēˈspīt/ noun: respite a short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant. ☁⚡︎ "You can't stay on this little island forever, Dalia." "And you can't keep running from it." ☁⚡︎ 8 years ago, a disaster struck the island of Andante. Harry Styles all but disappeared shortly thereafter. That's why, when he shows up unannounced, everyone is shocked- especially Dalia Abbas. Will he be able to repair the damage he left behind in just one summer?

After a one night stand leaves the NHL's star player, Harry Styles, on thin ice with the almost-olympic figure skater, Madelyn Simmons, the two people who are most comfortable on the ice will need to set aside their differences as Madelyn embarks on a new pathway as the hockey team's physical therapist. Between navigating an injury and a scandal, the two just might learn that being in sequence off of the ice is where they connect best.

y/n needed a job, but this place is strange and the owner is even stranger ______ this is one of my series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

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harry's a witch and its been a long time since he's been around anyone new, but there's no way he's getting y/n out of his head ----- this is one of my series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

harry is just on the edge of thirty-five, and y/n is someone he's sure he shouldn't get involved with. until she seeks him out, anyway, and he realizes no one has ever really shown her how she should be treated.