Roses are such a beautiful part of our world, representing love and all that is good. They are meant to bring people together and bind them in happiness. But all roses have thorns that draw blood from those who were too naive to stay away. So, what happens when a someone so naive decides to mess with the Roses?

"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

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

As we walked into the hospital, I saw a tall strong man sitting down in the waiting room. He looked hurt, his lip was busted and he had bruises all over his face. He was handsome, as I walked towards him our eyes connected. Piercing blue beautiful eyes, his hair perfectly fell onto his face. "Nat, I am going to go help him" I said as I walked away from her. "Hi, I'm Ms. Hernandez." I said as I was directly in front of him. "I'm Luca, Luca Lombardi" he said while maintaining strong eye contact.

"River face parte dintr-o bandă, umblă vorba prin liceu. Juliana se înțelege bine cu toată lumea. River poartă mereu după el aceeași bandană neagră, legată de încheietura mâinii lui stângi. Juliana portă mereu la gât același lănțișor din argint pe care l-a primit în copilărie de la cel mai bun prieten al ei. River își pierde timpul liber în 13th Street, locul unde se adună cei mai nebuni oameni din Bronx. Juliana adoră să-și piardă timpul liber făcând fotografii oamenilor de pe stradă. River nu se deplasează cu mașina, el vine la liceu cu placa de skate. Juliana preferă să ia la pas străzile orașului, pentru a putea surprinde în fotografiile ei cât mai multe momente. River reprezintă focul neîmblânzit, iar Juliana adoră să se joace cu orice flacără."

Abygail Smith, o tânără în vârstă de nouăsprezece ani, crede că știe exact ce își dorește de la viață . Însă, după o petrecere la care merge însoțită de cea mai bună prietenă , lumea ei perfectă este zguduită din temelii . Dylan Turner obține întodeauna ce vrea. Sexy si provocator, băiatul o face să simtă dragostea și pasiunea, dar îi face cunoștință și cu durerea și suferința. Povestea lor este condimentată cu certuri, întâlniri romantice şi despărţiri dureroase. „Iubirea poate fi de mai multe feluri, dar toţi tindem să o alegem pe cea periculoasă. Căci aceasta este cea care ne pune limitele la încercare, care ne face să ne simţim vii, dar şi cea care ne poate distruge cel mai uşor. Nu mă îndoiesc că vei lua cea mai bună decizie, dar vreau să ştii că ,atunci când ai de ales trebuie să o faci cu inima, nu cu mintea." -Capitolul 17 *Cartea necesită editare. Conține greșeli ce urmează să fie remediate.*

În viață nu primești întotdeauna ce-ți dorești sau ce meriți, iar visurile nu devin realitate de fiecare dată, oricât de mult crezi în ele. Makari Aksenov cunoaște cel mai bine gustul dezamăgirii și al singurătății. Cu un trecut dureros care l-a marcat atât sufletește, cât și fizic, lăsându-i răni adânci care oricând se pot redeschide și sângera, Makari preferă să rămână în propria lume pe care și-a creat-o, cea a întunericului. Se distanțează de orice ființă umană, nu se atașează și a încetat să mai creadă în sentimentul plasat de către Dumnezeu în inima fiecărui om, iubirea. El este asemenea unei cărți, cu paginile însemnate și pătate cu cerneală, pe care oamenii refuză să o răsfoiască. Nesryn Warden vede iubirea în inimile goale. Ea este dovada clară că cele mai frumoase persoane ascund, de obicei, cele mai multe lacrimi. Nesryn este acea persoană care îți va oferi un umăr pe care să plângi și va sta întreaga noapte alături de tine, doar pentru a se asigura că totul e în regulă, chiar dacă ea este cea a cărui inima se sfâșie. Adesea preferă să stea tăcută decât să vorbească despre problemele ei. Suferă pe interior și cu fiecare zi care trece devine din ce în ce mai fragilă, dar nu uită să zâmbească și să râdă. El era tărâmul întunecat, ea un vârtej de fantezie, dar împreună au creat magie.