"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

Just a young poet stuck in life's cage of ... Expressing in simple terms Poisonously metaphorical Feel free to read Disclaimer!

"𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 . . ." Chika is your not-so-cliché Nigerian girl. Following her father's death, her life takes a turn for the worse. She has little to look forward to until her mother's acquaintance secures her a place at an elite school in Abuja. Things seem to be looking up and she's delighted at the prospect of having a positive change in her life. But her excitement is short-lived as she becomes a victim of bullying due to her background. ************************** Charlotte, a Canadian face model, on the other hand, has almost everything she can wish for but still longs for one thing. Nursing a broken heart, she only wishes to get the love and attention which have eluded her all her life. Unexpectedly, both Charlotte and Chika's lives become intertwined in an unusual way, a way they both least expect. Especially when they wake up in different bodies.

"𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔..." * * * * * ☆𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬, a hispanic-nigerian just out of secondary school struggles with a complicated identity crisis and smiling depression. While on the path to resolving it she forms a complex friendship with her mysterious new neighbour across the street who seems to have an obsession with the color black. ☆She gets into Legacy Academy, a prestigious higher institution focused on talent and skill development rather than academic excellence, where she surfs through the path of self discovery, drama and everything inbetween... ☆This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental... ☆𝑩𝒚 𝑶𝒍𝒖𝒘𝒂𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔

"𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞." ~•~•~•~•~•~ Secondary School. To some it was hell, to some it was home. To some, it was a place to catch cruise and live your best life. To some it was a place where you ruled, where you were the main man at the top of the food chain. To some it was a place to hide under a façade. To some it was a place that determined what the future held. But to all, it was a place that brought challenges - physical and emotional. A place that brought self-discovery; a place that exposed the secret and the reality of life. Final year at River Brook Academy had finally come - basically what every secondary school student looked forward to. Suffice it to say, that it wasn't half as normal as the other years they'd spent. It came with whirlwinds, hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes...but what happens when Ore Jumai, Ayo Balogun, Bolu Jayeola, Nina Ogbeide and their friends all learn what they truly needed? Would they be able to take it and stand? Or would they leave it and fall to the ground? ****** Started: 24th December, 2020. Finished: #1in seatmate. #1 in identicaltwins #1 in finalyear #1 in secondaryschool #1 in pidgin #1 in nigerianstories #1 in nigerianhighschool #1 in schooldrama Cover design by Donald Uzoka.✨✨

Alacrimia in Layman's terms is the congenital inability to produce tears. Some places in Africa have their norms and beliefs wrapped around age-old, blind superstitions. Especially the rural communities. So when a young girl comes from the city to the village, and it is discovered, through a series of unfortunate events, that she won't cry, even when induced, things take a downward spin for her, as she finds herself from Osun State to Kogi State, and then Enugu State. © This book is a work of fiction. •°•°•° 🏆 Honorable Mention in The Ruby Awards 2019 (4th place) #WattNigeria #WattysNG2020 Updates on Weekends.

sometimes in the dead of night we come across the deepest and most reflective thoughts, and however involuntary these may be, they are extremely complex. And that's what I want to share with you, I'm not a poet or writer but I think any thought is valid, because it's what defines us.

He let out a slight shrug, "Putting you to death was not what I was pointing towards. After all, it is merely the mouth that talks." I shivered, as I blinked naïvely, "Humph! A-And are there methods to silence this alone?" I huffed. He snapped his arrogant, coldly-heated gaze in my direction, and my insides clenched, as I noticed his deep, powerful ocean orbs snap down to my... lips. He then snapped his gaze away, fixing his right wrist watch as his deep, authoritative voice came: "Many, trust me." ~~~~~~~~ Fate has a weird hobby of slamming us right in the face about things we so took for granted. My name is Charlotte Thorne. Never claimed to be special, never cared about that. I grew up behind the pages of my books and in the different worlds of my love and romance novels. The world, as I knew it, consisted of my humble yet happy family, my studies, hobbies, friends and a potential perfect love story I was supposed to live. Now what happens when the world, as I knew it, turns out to be mostly a lie I've lived in for a long time? I conclude a simple golden rule: Love is pure, illogical crap. And so, long story short: with my nëw rules, a strict vow, a new family, fresh job, and on top of all those, a cold and arrogant Rickard Ellington Conway as my employer, guess I have a whole lot to deal with in this fresh new world of mine ─which'll get rather interesting... Book I of the Charlotte's Story Series. Trigger Warning: This story may contain scenes/content of violence, vulgar language, etc. that might be triggering to some audience. Genres: Romance • Drama • Action • Thriller ©️ 2016 Athenas

To save her family from financial ruin, Annaliese Dawson agrees to marry a stranger. She knows that the arrangement would probably never lead to love, but as the two begin to trust each other, could it be that they have a chance at true love? ***** Matthew Cassidy is a widower baronet with three young children. Convinced that his children deserve a mother, a marriage is promptly arranged between Matthew and Annaliese, a pair that have never met, and are complete opposites. What will it take to bring these two together? They have but one chance to get it right. [[word count: 80,000 - 90,000]] Cover designed by Morgan Sangster

He put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me. He leaned closer grinning. The tip of his nose brushed mine. "Tell me you don't want me...and then I'll leave you alone." He leaned down and started kissing my neck. He sucked on the skin near my collar bone and his teeth scraped along my neck. "Ryker," I breathed. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer. "Say my name again," he moaned. "You've been drinking," I gasped as he continued kissing my neck. "Mmm, so have you," he murmured. "I'm gonna regret this," I whispered as his nose brushed mine again. "I promise you won't." A mischievous grin spread across his face before he kissed me. His hands tangled in my hair as he slowly led me towards his room. Kaci is starting her first year at college, and has made some interesting friends. Three of which include Chris, Drake, and Ryker. Chris is the sweet kind one. Drake is boyfriend material and a musician and everything you could ever want. Ryker is the dangerous and mysterious one that always surprises you. And Kaci is caught in between all of them. Can she play the players and beat them in their own game? Or will she lose her heart?