"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

*Wattys 2018 Winner / Hidden Gems* CREATE YOUR OWN MR. RIGHT Weeks before Valentine's, seventeen-year-old Kate Lapuz goes through her first ever breakup, but soon she stumbles upon a mysterious new app called My Dream Boyfriend, an AI chatbot that has the ability to understand human feelings. Casually, she participates in the app's trial run but finds herself immersed in the empathic conversations with her customizable virtual boyfriend, Ecto. In a society both connected and alienated by technology, Kate suspects an actual secret admirer is behind Ecto. Could it be the work of the techie student council president Dion or has Kate really found her soulmate in bits of computer code? She decides to get to the bottom of the cutting-edge app. Her search for Ecto's real identity leads Kate to prom, where absolute knowledge comes with a very steep price.

Sipnosis: Después de despertarme de un accidente automovilístico, no solo estaba vivo, también había adquirido una nueva habilidad. Si miro a alguien o una foto durante tres segundos, puedo ver con quién y cuándo se casarán ... El actor de poca monta del décimo octavo grado, Shen Chuchu, sabía que con esta habilidad, su madre nunca tendría que preocuparse de volver a morir de hambre. Primero echaría raíces en Weibo y luego abriría una tienda de emparejamiento en Taobao. * "Su esposo es un amigo cercano y usted se casará en marzo del próximo año. Tendrá un matrimonio feliz". "Su esposo aparecerá pronto en la tienda de postres de su empresa, así que recuerde vigilar de cerca todos los días". ...... * TL-note: Weibo es una aplicación de redes sociales popular en China con funciones similares a Twitter. Taobao es básicamente el eBay / Amazon chino. ¿Alguna celebridad amateur ya está casada? ¿La esposa de cierto director va a tener un accidente pronto? Un día, alguien se acercó a ella para buscar pareja. "Lo siento, señora. La adivinación requiere el destino, y parece que no tenemos eso entre nosotros". "¿No se trata solo de dinero? Mientras puedas averiguar el matrimonio de mi hijo, puedo pagarte diez veces más. ¡No importa cuánto!" Maldita sea, no era que ella no pudiera predecir el partido. La futura esposa del arrogante CEO era en realidad ella.