"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

"You can't speak to me like that" Aaron warned. I raised both my eyebrows and a small smirk appeared on my face. "Or what, sir? You'll slam me against a wall?" I taunted. [ hotch x oc ] season 4 - |NOMINATED FOR WATTY'S 2021| |#1 in aaron| - october 23 , february 27th |#1 in criminalminds| - december 15 |#1 in bau| - december 15 |#1 in hotch| - february 27th |#1 in spencerreid| - march 2nd |#1 in hotchner| - august 12th

"Bycie nieszczęśliwym nie zawsze oznacza siedzenie prawie na bosaka na moście i ocieranie łez. Myślisz, że uśmiech na twarzy i posiadanie garnituru czyni mnie szczęśliwym?" 24 grudnia, godzina dwudziesta. Warszawa. Most Poniatowskiego. Większość ludzi świętuje Wigilię w swoich domach. Ale nie ta dwójka. Ona, której perfekcyjny świat właśnie upadł i On, którego życie z dnia na dzień wali się coraz bardziej. Przypadkowe spotkanie na moście diametralnie zmieni zarówno Marię, jak i Szymona... Ale czy na pewno na lepsze? Tej nocy kilka marzeń spocznie na dnie Wisły. ---------------------- Okładka wykonana przez saucecutie

Amelia ma na swoim koncie bagaż ciężkich doświadczeń. Jako nastolatka przeżyła w swoim życiu wiele trudnych chwil i wie co to cierpienie, strach, samotność i brak miłości. Co zrobi, gdy nieoczekiwane na jej drodze stanie ktoś, kogo nigdy by nie podejrzewała, że się nią zainteresuje? Czy zdoła zaufać? Czy da radę otworzyć się i spróbować pokonać nie tylko przeszkody, ale i samą siebie?