"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

She was like the stars, already dead. The summer of 21. The summer she would never forget. It wasn't just the heat of summer, it was him. Archer Luca. She wanted to impact the world, but she didn't have to go far. The world turned out to be him. After a friendship sparks between Elizabeth SKye and Archer Luca during a late night talk at the park, they decide to take on the summer together. Eleven weeks, seventy-seven days to just say "Fuck it, wherever life takes us." Awards: Longlisted in The Romance Fiction Awards Top 130 out of 900 1st Place- teen fiction (Magical Grand Awards)

Miles Rivera wants nothing except to graduate high school. Having two younger siblings, he's taken over as being the man of the house. Helping with the bills and taking care of his siblings, Miles has his hands full. Being one of the few Latinos at school has it's challenges. People give you side glances and the whispers can get overwhelming. When he finds himself at the wrong place at the wrong time, Mile gets hit with what he least expects. Blending in high school is easy unless you're Diana Lewis's new boyfriend. Diana Lewis. The perfect girl. The world thinks she's got her whole life figured out. Her family is highly respected and she's got the guy of her dreams (kind of). In the comfort of her house, Diana's parents are barely around and her so call boyfriend actually sucks. Three and a half months of pure chaos as Miles and Diana try to convince the whole high school that they are suddenly dating. The lines between fake and real start to blur leaving Diana and Lewis more confused than ever. Now together, they both learn to deal with racism, family issues, and high school drama.

She's fairly deaf. She doesn't know what she's hearing, she's not healthy, her life is always been pills, hospitals, and doctors. Nobody wants to be her friend, because she's different. She doesn't know how to talk - nor does she know what people talk. But when she reached in her twenties, her life slowly changed. She never knew she could find someone who'll make her heart flutters. It started in the first day of December. And she thought, there was a miracle in December. #747 in SHORT STORY ( 03/02/17 ) #614 in SHORT STORY ( 04/02/17 )