"You seriously think that you can run away from me?" He sniggered darkly. His obsession, his madness over me peeped at me through his eyes. Taking long steps, he approached me, causing me to pace backwards until I met the wall standing tall behind me. Clutching my fistful of hairs in his hand, he titled my head and sniffed my neck; walking extremely close to me. "That too with my child? You wish so?" "It's not your child." Leaving the nape of my neck, he raised his head and looked straight in my eyes. His black, dark eyes, as if is possessed by some ghost, were ready to murder any living being in front of him. "It's just mine." He smirked, sending shiver down my spine. This is the most animalistic form I have seen of his', in these whole eleven years of span. Bending his head down, he let his warm lips to enfold mine. "Winter sweetheart, you didn't understood my true nature even after so many years?" I frowned, not finding his words penetrating my thick skull. "I take what's mine. And if not peacefully, than I can also snatch it." Except of our racing heart beats, nothing could be heard. There was absolute silence. A new fear unlocked from the depth of my heart and made it's way up to the surface. "And as far as I know, you and the baby growing in your womb, both are mine." ~ All pic credit goes to it's rightful owner.

"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

In the realm of guns, lies, deception and beasts, an angel was born "Damn it!" ---

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

Y/n and her bestfriend were so bored going around the same cafe for numerous times during summer vacations. Y/n planned to go on a trip with her boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook and her bestfriend Mia. And this is when the deadliest trip begun. Start date : 21.05.2020 End date : 19.12.2020 #83 thrilling #1 dealing with death (5.12.21)

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

"you better chose baby, or else you're going to regret it in the end " IN WHICH YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR YOUR FATHERS DEBT TO A MAFIA BOSS , BUT LITTLE DID YOU KNOW, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WOULD BE USED AS A PAYMENT. (WARNING: IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DIRTY TALKS, DON'T READ THIS. I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR HATEFUL COMMENTS ABOUT MY STORY. BUT IF YOUR HATEFUL COMMENTS IS ABOUT MY WRONG GRAMMAR, PLS JUST CONTINUE CUS EITHER ME HATE'S IT TOO.) Started: june/7/2020 Ended: October/23/2020

In which Hoseok texts a wrong number "Everyone talks about the tragic beauty of blue and green eyes but what about the brown ones which warm you up like hot cocoa on a cold winter night?" Kim Y/N drunk dials Jung Hoseok, the member of the famous boy band BTS, thinking that it was her best friend. But, Y/N is opposite to the lively Hoseok. Much like the identity he conceals each time, much like the shadow of the sun. A Jung Hoseok Textfiction. Best Rankings: #1 in fanfiction #1 in bts #1 in btsfanfic #1 in jhope #1 in chatting #1 in btssuga #9 in romance #1 in unknown

Highest Rank #19 in Fantasy. Four guys , hot guys rooming with you and that's not all , they're princes. Supernatural princes. As if that wasn't enough , I might as well have feelings for one if them. But he'd never notice a girl like me. Afterall , he's a demon prince soon to be king and I'm a normal human; aren't I ? Cover by AverySummers.