"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

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Emery Aiken has always lived in a mysterious and eerie village. Growing up with folktales about a fictitious creature being whispered around the campfire. Never once believing a word said. Thinking it was all just a hoax while the other girls prepared for the ritual that takes place every 20 years. What is this peculiar ritual you ask? This tradition, known as The Ritual to The Beast happens every 20 years under a blood moon. Girls between the ages of 16 to 19 are chained in the forest. Chained so they wouldn't be able to run. Run from what? THE BEAST! One girl is sacrificed. And what happens after? Guess you're going to have to read to find out. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 in werewolf (02/06/19) #1 in humor (18/06/19) #5 in romance (27/06/19) © 2020 All Rights Reserved

"MINE!!!" that one word echoed through the cafeteria like an avalanche, causing all the windows and doors to shake on there hinges. As he stalked toward my table in the middle of the room, with a look in his eyes of pure murder, my heart started to beat wildly in my chest and my hands started to sweat. I could feel my wolf clawing at me to get out the closer that he came to me. Now standing in front of the table I can see the rise and fall of his chest and the inky black color of his piercing eyes letting everyone know exactly how close his wolf is to the surface.Conner smirks next to me as he pulls me closer into his side. "I don't see your name on her, so the way I see it this little sweet thing here..... is free game." before I could comprehend what was happening I was snatched from Conners arms into another pair of arms that had my body humming with need. looking up I lock eyes with the guy now holding me seeing the eyes from the bonfire a few weeks ago. I hear my wolf whisper to me "Mate. " oh my god I knew I wasn't crazy, I felt it that night and I'm feeling it now "MINE" he says nuzzling his face in my hair and trailing kisses along my collar bone. Then I felt it, the pain first then followed by the most erotic of pleasures. I couldn't help but to moan at the sensation, then it was gone and I heard my self whimper at the lost of contact. As I got picked up bridal style and walked out the cafeteria I felt myself getting sleepier each step he took "sleep my love" he whispers right before my eyes lose the battle and drop close.

Stephanie Drake, or Steph as she's known to her friends, is lost. Somewhere between the end of her childhood, and the day her loser of a boyfriend called it quits on their so-called relationship, she forgot who she was. She lives each day in a perpetual routine, stuck in the confines of her normal, safe life. If she doesn't take a risk, she won't get hurt-right? Then she meets Pete-or Pistol to his friends. He's blunt, arrogant, and straight forward about what he wants. And as it turns out, he wants her. Should she take a walk on the wild side, risk being burnt, and lay her heart on the line? Something in the way he makes her feel tells her 'yes', but her friends aren't so sure this emotionally shut-off man has a place in her life. Why should she listen to them, though? After all, they don't know a thing about him ... ... do they?

At six foot one, Gwen Chambers has felt like a giant her whole life. She's a calm, capable nurse saving lives in a busy London hospital, but healthy men give her heart palpitations. When larger-than-life rugby player "Little" John Sheldon convinces her to bid on him in his team's fundraising auction, she discovers how pleasurable heart palpitations can be. John has wanted Gwen since he first saw her, but when he's injured in a match just before Christmas he suddenly needs her too. Not only can the sexy nurse help him recover, but she might be able to help him look after his daughter-a shy ten-year-old who speaks only French. From decorating the Christmas tree to ice skating at the Tower of London, Gwen helps father and daughter open up and bond with each other-and she bonds right along with them. But when John's agent calls with a life-changing offer, Gwen has to decide how far she's willing to go for her perfect match. Will their first Noël also be their last? *** Dear Readers, Unwrapping Her Perfect Match is part of my London Legends series about the world's hottest rugby players. You can also meet John's teammates in the rest of the series, available to buy at all major retailers! Knowing the Score (book 1) Playing It Close (book 2) Tempting the Player (book 3) Taming the Legend (book 4) Hope you enjoy my rugby players! Much love, Kat

Sophia Lane is the queen of oversized sweaters and perfectly brewed cups of coffee. She's beautiful and delicate and so painfully misunderstood, but her innocent stare holds a savory secret. She's unforgivably and irrevocably in love with her European Literature Professor. *** Thomas Crane, a gorgeous thirty-one year old Literature professor, has been wreaking havoc on Duke University since he accepted the position last year. The female student body is beside itself with unrequited fantasies and flirtatious looks, but their efforts are in vain. Thomas spends his lonely nights glued to his computer screen, falling more and more in love each sundown with LiteraryLane21, the mysterious woman who started messaging him last fall. *** ** A studentxTeacher story** **Some mature content, this is your warning** Started 05/29/18 Completed 06/06/18

Copyrighted 2014 #1 in Teens ~In the process of rewriting~ ~CHECK OUT THE REWRITE, its written far better~ Seriously the writing in this one is SO bad. "I will always protect you, Roza." Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up with terrible pasts, both lived harsh lives, until now. Rosalyn was always the shy, quiet girl, always. Cliché in a sense, I know, but you can't necessarily blame her. Being forced from the only parent you ever knew as a child, only to end up in countless numbers of foster homes until you were twelve, would do that to anyone. Rose grew up believing that everything was her fault, that she was always the one that needed to say sorry. But not with Rex. Not with the boy she has had a crush on since before her family found her. The boy who swears to protect her at all costs. The boy she has fallen completely in love with. Rex's anger problems always got him into trouble, always. Until the little sweet-hearted Rosalyn Summers came bouncing into his life. He suddenly found himself doing anything he could to be with her, to talk to her, to protect her. It didn't take him long to realize that he had completely fallen head-over-heels for the clueless, adorable, defenseless girl. But with a few bad choices on his part, and the ever present fear of hers', will the people from his past threaten to take her away from him? Or will the people from hers' decide to do that instead? These two soon found out that they aren't as complete opposites as they thought. -Warning: This story has a few possessive, controlling men, sorry if you don't like that. ~follow the instagram page! @day_dream_1011 ~

Being kidnapped is one thing. Being taken to a Kingdom full of immortal vampires, that's another thing. To everyone, Raven is nobody. If anything, she's an average 20 year old living in the Big Apple. Overlooked by everyone, even her own family, Raven is used to being a ghost. That was until Alec came to New York City. Sent by his family, the 143 year old vampire has a week to find her... His soulmate. He has one week to bring her home. One week to take her back to the Kingdom that one day he will rule. But who said bringing a beautiful mortal girl back to a Kingdom was easy? ♱ Sequel : Her Wicked Secret

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"