Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

"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're going to hell, ashton irwin."

When Taehyung is dared by his friends to sing hit or miss at Walmart and date the first person who starts to sing along. Social Media AU! CRACK! Started: 06/29/19 Completed: 09/18/19 Edited: 04/13/20 #1 in Kookv #1 in taekook #1 in twitter #1 in Hoseok #1 in jiseok #1 in yoonminseok #3 in bts #3 in bangtanboys

一 Jungkook knew the other boy didn't love him back, but he still couldn't resist. He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. His own loneliness driving him forward to brush the tips of their lips, the sound of Taehyung's breath was raspy and deep, but not nearly as loud as Jungkook's heart breaking knowing his feelings would never be returned. As the truth was accepted, he let his love kiss him and the world fell away once again. ﹏ 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 [completed] translated in italian: @stigmaxxx i do not allow translations anymore so if you see a work of mine that isn't on the account @stigmaxxx then please let me know. this was the one and only time i gave permission for any of my stories to be translated