"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 so lame." Alexander comments as he walks into the kitchen. "Shut up, I don't care." I scoff as I continue to make myself a sandwich. "You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes." He teases and at that moment, I turn around to face him and give him a fuming glare. "Leave me alone." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out of the kitchen, leaving behind my sandwich. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ A 16 year old girl named Courtney is not your average teenager. She buys her clothes from the men's section and only has two friends. But not for long. Her mother gets proposed by a wealthy man and she is forced to live with the school's biggest player. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't know how to mind his own business...unless he's with a girl. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 marriage, 1 confusing relationship. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ ©2015, Kim Herz

Rosalie Harness is a typical seventeen year old teenager, she goes to school, dates, parties and all other typical teenage things. But there is one thing which is not so typical, she got kicked out of her own house, by her own parents! Not because she is a rebel, far from that, simply because she existed. So when she finds a perfect place to stay, there is one problem. She has a roommate, a male roommate, who happens to be the hottest boy in her school; Vincent Clarke. Secrets are told. Deep Secrets. And you realize, not everything is what it seems...

Emmett Locke gave up on love years ago; that is, if you can give up on something you never really believed in. Sure, he would have gladly accepted a relationship and consistent sex, but it just wasn't that easy. He didn't do bars, clubs, or any of the other things gay men were 'supposed' to do and he sure as hell wasn't going on some stupid app. He'd accepted, rather begrudgingly, that no one was just going to fall into his lap. Finnegan Walker IV had no time for any of the stupid men who wooed, harassed, or eye-fucked him on a seemingly hourly basis. He wasn't dumb, even if people assumed he became Vice-president of his family's company at the ripe old age of 26 because of his name. Being smart meant that he refused to be used for his money, name, looks, or body and the fact was that by the end of his long days he had very little left to give. Why couldn't he meet someone who didn't want to take, take, take? That was alright; there were more important things in life. Friday afternoon, their worlds collided. Literally. Emmett and Finnegan probably never would have met otherwise. They may as well have been from different planets. Luckily for them both, Finn was reckless. Or maybe it really *was* Emmett's fault? This is a two-book series with a middle, his daddy, and a lot of expectations turned on their heads. Angst is pretty low and it ends in a HFN.

[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

‡‡‡‡‡ He met her. He thought about her. And then he decided: "She's mine." [WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING.] ‡‡‡‡‡ Obsession is an original work. Includes content for 18+ (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) No CopyRight. All Rights Reserved. Enjoy.

Korol grew up in a life of abuse and poverty. By the age of 20 he'd easily taken down every enemy in his path for power. After years of bloodshed and chaos, he'd become the leader of the Russian mafia. Known simply by the alias King or the Mad Russian, no one knew who he was or where he'd come from. These days he finds him living the life he'd only dreamed of as a child. There was nothing he desired that he couldn't obtain. That is until he met a woman he was never supposed to know. KarriLynn grew up in a wealthy family that most envied. However, there was no amount of money that could make her demons go away. Known in certain circles as the Twisted Princess, KarriLynn has made a name for herself as someone to be feared. Who would've imagined one conversation with a random stranger would change her life in ways she could never envision. Started: Dec 14, 2020 Completed : June 21, 2021 Word Count : 75,106 (Releasing on Kindle August 8th, 2022)

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.