A Brahms Heelshire fanfic, written in 2016 by HeelshireBoi. TW: violence, blood, abuse, mature content, attempted rape, profanity [18+ Readers ONLY] A/N: My second fanfic while still being an amateur writer. Please excuse any grammatical errors and plot-holes in the storyline.

"Stop holding back, I'm not fragile." - Violet I see something I want, I take it. I had him, I shouldn't keep him, but I'm going to. He makes my messed-up life a little better, the calm to my storm. Xander I've always felt like something was missing in my life. There was an empty void I tried my best to fill with killing, fighting. Never would I have thought that I needed love in my life to finally feel whole again. - Violet has lived most of her life in darkness. When she lost her mother at a young age, the incident left its mark on her. Sleep wasn't her friend, and the darkness followed and tried to swallow her up, no matter how hard she tried to stay in the light. That all changed when she met Xander. He guided her through the darkness. To the light. To him.

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"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

┈┈♛┈┈ 𝐀 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱... 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞? ┈┈♛┈┈

"𝒐𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒗𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊 " " 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 ? " "𝑶𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒛 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠? 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦? #1 Valentina #1 libros #1 mentalissues #2 wattpadstories #2 mafiaman #2 mafiawoman #5 iloveyou #6 Mature scenes #9 Vincent #17 lovers #23 TW #27 wattpad #100 italianmafia #190 enemiestolovers

"I can't believe out of all people, I have to be roommates with someone like you." "You think I want to be roommates with you too? You're the most rudest person I've ever met." [Book 1 of the Desirous Hearts] ~ COMPLETED © latteddoing 2023

It was the year 1964, and coming from a poor family, it wasn't a suprise to you that you were engaged to a man you didn't know. You soon learned that the man you were engaged to was a rich man, and he was to be the heir of the KNYTech Industries. "Hello... My name is Y/n L/n..." you spoke out. He stared at you, his cold eyes making you nervous. "...My name is Yoriichi Tsukiguni." he replied, you glanced at his handsome face. You quickly looked away and blushed as he caught you staring. You were ready to accept all his imperfections but... Nothing could ever prepare you for his darkest secret. (No supernatural/fantasy AU.)

╰┈➤ 𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⛓ ❝ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁿᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵉᵘᵖʰᵒʳⁱᵃ ❞ ⇝ in which a sleep-deprived girl finds her own self accidentally trapped in an awkward situation with the most powerful boy in the universe ━━━━━━ ➳saiki k. x fem! reader ➳pardon the entirety of this book, this is the first one that I've completed ➳major thanks to the artists of the arts used in this book and to the creator of this anime as well ➳unedited; still looking for the time and motivation to remake/edit ➳warning: angst ━━━━━━ ʳᵃⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍˢ : •#13 in Ranking (Romance) [01/10/2021]• •#1 in Ranking (Angst) [11/18/2020]• •#1 in Ranking (Saiki Kusuo)• •#1 in Ranking (Reader x Character)• •#1 in Ranking (Reader)• •#1 in Ranking (Psycho)• •#1 in Ranking (Reader Insert)• •#1 in Ranking (Reader x Various)• •#3 in Ranking (Anime)• •#5 in Ranking (Powers)• •#122 in Ranking (Fanfiction)•

─── 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. Currently editing! I update whenever I can :)) 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: -𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞-𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞- 09/15/20