"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

Blaire Lennon was one of the best and brightest agents in the CIA, the only problem was, she was a little trigger happy and slightly deranged. After a series of incidents puts her on thin ice with the Central Intelligence Agency, they give her one last chance to redeem herself. Her mission was simple: Infiltrate the European Mafia, and gather enough intel to completely destroy them from the inside out. If only it was that easy.

{ ONGOING } EROTIC ROMANCE ~ Callista Cassidy • Alastair Ramirez ~ In which an otherwise innocent 19 year old girl but deep down, having keen passion towards erotic novels finds her dream man, just like she read in those stories - dominating & intimidating, in her dad's boss. However, the man has one rule : If you sleep with him one night, it's your responsibility to never see him again. If he wants a taste of you, he'll make sure to get it no matter what but after that he'll leave you like a stranger because 'love' isn't his cup of tea. ~•~ Her lips turned into an 'O' as her moans became uncontrollable. "Yes please, just like that" she yelled in pleasure. "Just how?" he teased as he held her neck tightly and reached the ultimate speed of thrusting. She wanted to say something but no words could escape her lips. "Like this?" he asked, smirking. "Or maybe" he asked pounding her even faster "Like this?" She became breathless as the only sound which could leave her lips were moans. ~•~ // STARTED - NOVEMBER 2020 END - DUE // THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. SOME READERS MIGHT FIND IT DISTURBING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.

What do you crave for ? Money Love Care Food What is your deepest desire ? Well, he is the one with everything under his feet yet he craves something he couldn't possibly have. Ever. Reality isn't something so naive as depicted in the writings. It is cruel. Discriminated. She is the complete opposite of him. A part of a world where he could never have peace. Both were aware of each other's presence yet unaware at the same time. What could change at the most ? Or should I say what a meaningless unnamed one night stand could do to them. Sparks don't fly in reality. But magic does happen. PS : Don't forget to vote if you like the story. Regards