"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

❝𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❝𝐢 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧.❞ ❝𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ ❝𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.❞ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: -𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 -𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 -𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 -𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 -𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 -𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 -𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 -𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒.

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

philophobia-the fear of falling in love or becoming emotionally connected to someone... ~~~ This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other. Then, somehow, they see that past the walls they've both built up, they can learn to love each other through anything. And they fall apart, one breaking the other only to actually break themselves. When all feels lost, the two reunite and live happily ever after. This story you've heard before. Only difference is, this 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 that story. ~~~ Where James Potter's younger sister unexpectedly falls for the infamous Regulus Black. -violence -strong language -sexual content

James Potter is infatuated. Utterly and completely infatuated. And he isn't going to give up that easily. (James/OC) UNEDITED!!!

The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school. The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a LOT. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "You know, it must be exhausting to be such a fucking prick all the time." "I have fantastic stamina." "Oh, fuck you-" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── [marauders era] [regulus black x oc] [enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers?] rated mature for sexual content

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

Adreanna didn't know it then, but both her and Draco Malfoy were not so different from one another; willing to sacrifice one life to save another's.

Arabella Roseberry was kicked out from Beauxbatons Wizarding school to Hogwarts in her 5th year. She has her whole future ahead of her and will let nothing stop her from achieving what she wants. Until she meets the Slytherin Prince, her world turns upside down and so does his. **All characters belong to JK Rowling, I own the character Arabella Roseberry** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 17+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed** Highest rankings: #1 in Draco #2 in fanfiction #1 in maturelanguage #1 in Slytherin #1 in Dracomalfoy