"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's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

***2016 WATTY AWARD WINNER - VORACIOUS READS*** WINNER OF THE FICTION AWARDS 2016 - HISTORICAL FICTION Against all odds, Libby Marks-Whelan is back at court - and no longer confined to the service corridors as a lady-in-waiting. With the start of the new Winter Season, however, the competition for a crown just got a lot fiercer. Now that there are two princes searching for wives, Libby struggles not just against the other debutantes but also against the monotony of court life in her new position. With the queen's disapproval aimed squarely in her direction, will she weather the storm to win her prince? ***Please note that this story is the sequel to The Season. Since there are many characters, backstories, and subplots that I won't be able to fully explain in the first few chapters, I strongly recommend you read The Season first!***

**Only the bonus chapter is paid, the rest of the story is (and will stay) free!!** Libby Marks-Whelan is decidedly not a lady. Kicked out of nearly every finishing school in the country, she's shocked when her demure, straight-laced cousin Ella invites her to the royal court as attendant during her debutante season. What Ella fails to realize, however, is that Libby's brand of mischief is exactly the kind of distraction Prince Andrew is looking for during his inaugural season as an eligible bachelor. Cover designed by Adam Budny

Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. He's living his dream, soaking in all he's ever wanted and worked for. During the brief moment he let's his guard down, everything changes. Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, he's forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist. Bakugo x Reader Fic!

I shot him a wicked smile as I brought one of my hands up and began to trace. Levi jolted forward quickly, reaching his arms for me. I quickly slapped my palm against his chest and shoved him back onto the bed. "Do I have to tie you up again and teach you some manners?" I asked forcefully. Levi narrowed his eyes at me and ran his tongue along the front of his teeth, clearly irritated. But I knew that deep inside, he didn't mind my dominance. In fact, he loved it. --- After almost two years of training and increasing your skills in Captain Hanji's regiment, Commander Erwin is ready to appoint you as a captain of your own squad. A promotion this early on in your career is extremely rare. In order to attain this promotion, you have to shadow another captain for a few months. Little did you know that the captain you would be shadowing would be the infamous Captain Levi. You had only heard about him through rumors and whatever Hanji whispered to you. Determined to make a name for yourself, you stand strong against his attitude and impatience. But how long can you resist his charm? No one said you can't mix business with pleasure. ***I do not own any fan art used. The artists are credited at the beginning of the chapter unless they are unknown.

"Did you need something you damn hedgehog?" (Y/n) is a girl enrolled in U.A. through special recommendation. Her classmates know little about her and her quirk. Although usually calm and composed, (y/n) is startled when she is antagonized by the most well known hot head of the school. Before Katsuki Bakugou knows what hit him, he's on his back. The interaction sparks a sudden interest in both of them. But as the two spend more time together, it evolves into something far more than mutual interest. *Warnings* - Strong language ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ - Violence (x_x) - Sad boi shit ('°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) - Sexy time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) - Tooth rotting fluff (0o0) This fanfiction will generally follow the plot of the anime/manga up to a certain point. Obviously some things will be different since I'm inserting new characters. With that being said, this book may contain anime and manga spoilers. Read at your own risk. All BNHA characters are property of Kōhei Horikoshi.

Your life ended the day you did the unbelievable. That was the day your parent's died in the worse possible way- Eaten, by none other than yourself. How will you cope as a government experiment, and a student of U.A? How much will you keep a secret from your nosy classmates? *Disclaimer: I do not own BNHA, or Tokyo Ghoul scenes and ideas, I only take credit for my own storyline and ideas that are inputed* 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍