𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨🤍 ‣𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴🕊 ‣𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴🦢 ‣𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙄-𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘻 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩🥺🤍 ⑅ ⑅ ⃗𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ⃗𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚, 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤-𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬) ⃗𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭™ • •

Aniyah Young, a student studying psychology and business. She's bold, snarky and fun. At the age of 21, Aniyah wants to indulge in her fantasies, though she has only had a few one-night stands and some shitty relationships, she's mostly had to finish the job herself. Matteo Morelli, a psychology professor. He studies the brain, and focuses on people's behaviours; he's very strong in some areas and extremely skilled in others. He's 33 with a lot of experience, having worked at the college for over 6 years, he's built a reputation for himself. Keeping his sex life on the low, his pleasure and business has and will always be separated... or so he thought? If you value your sanity or innocence, I suggest you don't open this book and give wattpad a rest. ;) THIRD PERSON NOT FULLY EDITED* Teacherxstudent relationship. One is fun, the other is serious. Can they work out?

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

"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