"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 mine. And I don't think you wanna go against that." Her eyes dangerously darkened. He gulped, and nodded a yes. --- Everybody has a story. And sometimes, these stories go unnoticed and untold. Even if it's that hard-core and determined badass girl from the school or the one who stays hidden in the shadows with books piled up right in front of him. In a normal high school filled with players, jocks, Heartbreakers and badass personalities, a boy with blue eyes, gel soaked brown hair and adorable face gets claimed by the most feared girl in leather jackets. Lucas Clark was not your average teenage boy. Mean it, he was not. All around you could see boys of his age probably flirting, playing games, hanging out with friends and throwing parties like their life depended on them. But he was a nerd. He was a straight A student. And she was the bad girl of the school, Claire Cooper. When one meet turns out to be Claire claiming him hers, he is left devastated and knowing that not to mess with "The Claire Cooper", Lucas has no option but to give in. And when the complications arise, they are shattered but they find themselves in a better place than when he felt like he was practically being attacked by the bad girl of the school. #55 in teenfic #1 in badass #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirlgoodboy #2 in nerd #1 in good #15 in heartbreak #16 in teen

She is a bad girl. He is a good boy. She smokes. He hates smoking. She has fucked every guy in her school. He is a Virgin. She drinks and parties are her life. He hates parties and alcohol is not his cup of tea. Cussing is her middle name. He rarely cusses. She is the prettiest girl in Mount valley high school. He is the hottest boy in Mount valley high school. She is Shaira Evans. He is Aaron Carter. _____________ Shaira, the hottest chick who everyone desires. Aaron, the new hunk who every girl craves for. What will happen when your not so stereotypical good girl meets your not so stereotypical bad boy? Will Shaira change her ways? Or will Aaron just have to keep up with her bad girl ways? Read Loving Mr Good Boy to find out!

Love never came easily for Nathan Reed. Growing up, when his friends would get girlfriends, he would always be the single one. He would be the one third wheeling at the eighth grade dance, homecoming, prom, and any other event involving his friends. Whether it was going to the mall with his friend and his friend's girlfriend, or going to the movies, he was single. He was always single. At age twenty three in his junior year of college, he's accepted his fate of being single forever. He stopped having crushes four years ago when she asked him for his best friends phone number. He has never even hugged a girl he likes, and he counts kissing Amanda Baldwin in the second grade as his first kiss. That is until Odeletta Guillotin walks into his French class for the first time, three days after the class already started, late, in a black leather jacket and combat boots. When the teacher talks in French after she's settled in her seat, saying something that nobody understands, Odeletta responds in fluent French. Nathan is promptly intrigued by her. She doesn't even notice him, and he finds himself noticing everything she does, from the way she grips her pen to the way she furrows her eyebrows when she's concentrating. He finds himself wanting to talk to her, but after years and years of rejection, he can't do it. When he finally gets up the nerve to talk to her, he finds there is a lot more to the mysterious French girl than meets the eye. DO NOT COPY THIS STORY, I WORKED HARD ON THIS STORY WITH IDEAS I CREATED FROM MY OWN IMAGINATION IF YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER, WRITE FROM YOUR HEAD, NOT FROM MINE This is the first book of four. The incredible cover is made by @nerdfpiper If you need a cover, I highly recommend her

I stroll up to him, tracing his jaw with my gun. He smirks at me. I grin. "What do you want, Isaac?" I ask, circling him, keeping the gun against him as I drew it across his chest. He shivers. "You. You know I want you." He grabs my arm, halting me. I lean down, getting so close to his face, I can feel his breath fanning my lips as I brought the gun to his temple. "Then take me." His eyes dance with that crazy look I've become familiar with. "Gladly." Aliza Harrison has always been a bit on the crazy side. Destroying her doll at age 8 for being creepy as hell with a butcher knife. Cutting a classmate for telling her what to do with scissors at age 11. Just don't fuck with her. Period. Isaac Black has been through so much it's messed him up a little... ...a lot and he wants payback. When two psychos meet, what will spark? With a boy who lost his ability to feel and a girl who displays her emotions on her sleeve. Opposites, but the same. And a secret bigger than the both of them, hiding in their mist.

Él me decía que nadie debía saber de su existencia. Él siempre me dice que debo guardar el secreto. Él vivía en el bosque apartado de la sociedad. Él siempre me susurraba al oído 'Sh...es un secreto' Pero...¿Quien era él? ________________ Obra registrada en Safe Crative bajo el código: 1511205828966 ____________ •|CORRIGIENDO|• ____________ Ratings(Puesto en misterio/suspenso) 01/09/2015 #112 in Misterio / Suspenso 18/09/2015 #74 in Misterio / Suspenso 23/09/2015 #60 in Misterio / Suspenso 01/10/2015 #42 in Misterio / Suspenso 17/10/2015 #32 in Misterio / Suspenso 20/10/2015 #29 in Misterio / Suspenso 05/11/2015 #12 in Misterio / Suspenso 17/11/2015 #7 Misterio / Suspenso 21/11/2015 #5 Misterio / Suspenso 25/11/2015 #3 Misterio / Suspenso 05/12/2015 #2 Misterio / Suspenso 27/01/2016-29/01/2016 #1 Misterio / Suspenso Creditos de la portada a Aldu(xxhoranflowerxx) gracias love!

-Aléjate-le ordené. No sonó nada convincente. Él siguió acercándose, y yo seguí retrocediendo hasta chocar con la pared. -¿Y por qué debería hacerlo?-inquirió él, con esa media sonrisa que me volvía completamente loca. -Porque te lo estoy pidiendo, idiota. No eres nadie para mí. Tú mismo te has encargado de lograr eso. Y si todavía tienes un mínimo de respeto por mí, por todos los años que pasamos juntos, desaparecerás de mi vida. No eres nadie-repetí. Sin embargo, en lugar de alejarse, él continuó caminando hacia mi, sin pronunciar palabra. Sabía que tenía que salir de allí, pero algo me lo impedía. Y tan solo unos segundos de distracción fueron suficientes para que el chico se acercara peligrosamente a donde yo estaba; de repente lo tuve pegado a mi, con una mano sobre mi cintura y la otra en mi mejilla, acercándome lo más posible a su cuerpo. Lentamente, acercó su rostro a mi oreja, y pude sentir su sonrisa sobre mi piel. -No te creo-susurró. ---------------------------------------------------------- Esta historia no es de Irónicaysarcastica (Lucía) , es solo algo que se nos ocurrió a un grupo de amigas. Trata sobre los futuros hijos de los personajes de la fabulosa historia AARON. (Aaron, la historia fue borrada por algunos problemas) Algunos de los personajes son de lucia(la escritora de aaron) y otros son propiedad nuestra. No aceptamos copias o adaptaciones. Hermosa portada por @memoriesinblack

Nos asustan... pero nos gustan. Las historias de terror horrorizan y fascinan a la vez porque a veces dicen frases que, dichas en el momento adecuado, provocan más miedo que diez cabezas rodando por el suelo. "Bienvenido a mi morada. Entre libremente, por su propia voluntad, y deje parte de la felicidad que trae" © Totalmente prohibida su copia y/o adaptación.

"Moby Dick" es considerada como la más grande novela de mar que existe en la literatura de todos los tiempos y países. Independientemente de las implicaciones simbólicas y metafóricas que puedan atribuirse al capitán Ahab y a la ballena blanca, "Moby Dick" queda por encima de todo como una maravillosa historia del mar. De hecho, es la historia de un único, misterioso y terrible viaje, y cuenta las peripecias del capitán Ahab en su obsesiva persecución del blanco leviatán, tanto más fabuloso cuanto menos ha sido avistado. La acción es tensa y dramática, y es sostenida por descripciones de los mares, de las estrella, de la vida a bordo del Pequod, de la alegría de la lucha y la soledad y locura del sombrío Ahab. La historia empieza lentamente, como la subida de una marea, y es contada por un muchacho de Nantucket llamado Ismael, luego nos encontramos con Tashtego, el horrible salvaje que come con arpón, adora a Yo Yo en su cuarto y va a escuchar un sermón en la iglesia de los pescadores. Pero a partir de ahí, el ritmo se acelera y empezamos realmente el mágico viaje por el reino de las ballenas, guiados por la suave voz del muchacho, la leyenda de Ahab y el coro de la tripulación de la nave. Al final, la lucha entre Ahab y la ballena puede significar el eterno combate entre el bien y el mal, y el viaje del Pequod el destino de la Humanidad, todo ello magnificado por un lenguaje que tiene la vitalidad genial de Shakespeare y la fuerza visionaria del Milton.

Cuando no confías en nadie ¿A quién debes contarle tu historia? Emily decide que necesita desahogarse, así que un día comienza a enviarle mensajes a un número cualquiera. ¿Qué pasaría si ese "cualquiera" le contestara? *#24 en Historia Corta el 18 de Sept de 2015. *#13 en Historia Corta el 22 de Sep de 2015. Historia registrada en SafeCreative con el código 1509235222731