𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 after her ex, she thinks she's incapable of loving again. ❁°.∙ヅ˙𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙘 𝙟𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 *𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚.* © DE4DM4NI all rights reserved.

Vada Delaney was perfectly fine living her own life, with limited friends and a unique style. But of course a certain Tik Tok fboy had to send her life into chaos. Warnings: smut, drug use, swearing. Started: May 25th 2020 Finished: August 23rd 2020 A French translation of this story can be found on @Vskabdisnd account

E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

"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