"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 tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Hoseok speaks to Alina quietly as his thumbs brush across her cheeks. His forehead is against hers, nose to nose as their breath mingles. "It's not like I could anyway. I don't think that your wife would approve of you speaking to me." A small smile ghosts his lips. "No, maybe she wouldn't." Labyrinth Series Book ONE

She was just like him and he hated that. She always knew the right words to trigger him and he hated that. He hated the fact that he met someone up to his level and the fact that she knew what games he played.

Park Jimin Dancer. Model. Solo Artist Amaria Lang Model. Aerial Artist. Mother of One A woman's simple life takes a complicated turn after a run in with her son's father 6 months after his birth. With a bitter reporter against them, a trail of slander and unsigned NDAs, their private lives are at stake. Solo AU #2 AMBW 2|13|22

Book 1 in the Solace universe HAPPY ENDING I SWEAR!! Idk why it won't say completed, but it is, I promise 🫡 ( 1 day + 11 hours are for the book, any time after that is bonus chapters!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 7) I'm sprawled out on the grass with my head in her lap, facing away from her and looking at the swarm of children. Her fingers comb through my hair and occasionally, her nails will scratch against my scalp, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck that feels good. We haven't spoken in some time, and honestly that's not a bad thing. Sometimes words don't need to be exchanged. The fact that we can sit in silence and be comfortable with one another is louder than meaningless words ever will be. I love this. Just being near her, being in her bubble, enjoying her presence. Peace. "Solace?" "Salazar?" "...Do you think we can stay like this forever?" "Forever is a long time, Elias. You might get bored of me." I flip around instantly, head still in her lap, but now I'm able to look at her face. Her gorgeous face that now has a confused look and furrowed eyebrows. She's so fucking beautiful. I can't believe it. I don't understand it. I don't understand how one person can be so fucking... so... there's no words. I physically can't put into words how enchanting she is. She's a fucking goddess, a deity, an eternal beauty who doesn't understand the power she holds over me. "Alex, forever can never get boring. As long as I have you." And I mean that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex: a girl who is emotionally unavailable due to all the sexual, mental, and emotional trauma she's gone through. She believes she is unlovable, unworthy, and that boys are only after one thing. Elias: a boy who just wants to love her, take care of her, buy her all the books in the world and annotate them with her. A boy who Is desperate to

⤷ ❝ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ... ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ sᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ? ❞ ⤷ ❝ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ❞ ༘✧𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 ༘✧ __________________________________ 𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. ___________________________________ ⚠︎︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ⚠︎︎: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ sᴍᴜᴛ sᴄᴇɴᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴsᴜᴀʟ. 𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 10 ɪɴ ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ 3 ɪɴ sᴛᴇᴘᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 9 ɪɴ ᴀᴍʙᴡ

Mi Sun, one of the kpop stars on the rise, may not be the most popular, but the luckiest. With the help of her friend Yoongi, she has the opportunity to tour with BTS across the world. Not only that, but she is the first female soloist at BigHit. She learns how to act like the big idols they are, as she becomes an actual idol. Apart from the stress of the stage, she finds space for love. Little did she know it was from the member she least expected. ~ Jungkook fan fic 🌟 4 in #idol 🌟 1 in #Korea Cover made by: vkookluv1

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

Desire, lust, love... You're not supposed to feel those things for a woman, and you're definitely not allowed to act on them when you're a Catholic priest. I had taken vows; vows that I've upheld for eight celibate years, and had made a promise to God that I swore I would never break. But then I met Eva, my stepmother's estranged twenty-eight-year-old daughter, and she made me forget who I was. What I was. I prayed for guidance. I prayed for the strength not to give into temptation. My prayers went unanswered...or so I thought.