"If that demon were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent. Your body is sinful perfection. It's the apple begging to be bitten. You are like the tree in Eden in which no one- not even God himself- would be able to resist." ----------------------------- Saint Jones The boy who's hated Luci Black since the day she came to Kingston High. The boy who's bullied her since day one. The boy who can't help but get angry every time he looks at her. The boy with an aura of goodness radiating out of him. The boy who knows her secret. The boy who is trying to hide his. Luci Black The girl everyone can't help but stare at. The girl with the unrecognizable aura to her that makes people angry. The girl who tries very hard to be good. The girl that will never be "good enough" The girl with the secret no one must know. What will happen when the two secrets are revealed? What happens when Heaven and Hell meet?

⋘ "𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘!" 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬. "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬? 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚." ⋙ ⤐ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩? 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞? [❆] 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞), 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 © 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽 ⤐ status {ONGOING} [❆] 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟏/𝟏𝟗/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 [❆] 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 --

꧁𝕋𝕆𝕂𝕐𝕆 ℝ𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝕏 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝔼ℝ꧂ "𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆" "𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈?" "𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕?" "𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞~" »»» ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴀʀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ. 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀: 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 .................................................................

+ y/n is gojo's therapist, paid to help better his mental health. however, she ends up helping in more ways than one.

I kept twitching and rolling over in my sleep. I kicked the blankets off so that the cool wind from the window could dry up the sweat that had pooled around all over my neck. The faint smell of the rusty old patches that crept over the dirty, stained wall behind me was more haunting than the scarred face I kept encountering in my recurring nightmare. I took a mental note to never take the sleeper class again but at the same time, the journey was so long that sleeping it off seemed the best option. I popped another pill for my motion sickness and looked down at my bunk buddy below me. Calling him buddy would be a very unfitting call for him. It was like calling a shark a sea-horse. From the hoodie that masked his face to the tattered grey faded clothes that cleverly hid his stiff form- I couldnt even tell the colour of his hair... or if he had any hair at all. I occasionally got hipster vibes from the way he played the strings of his guitar yet I would be so distracted by how attractive his fingers were that his eerie music didn't bother me at all ( I didn't know I had a thing for hands until now). From the moment he stepped into the compartment where we were supposed to share a room, there were no words exchanged except for a 'hi' I had directed to him and a cold 'hello' that sent chills down my back. I peered down at the empty bunk bed below me. Where'd he go? My eyes searched through the room even though I knew he had camouflaged easily with the darkness. I pulled the blanket over my head so that I didn't spook myself any further.... until.... just like any horror cliche would tell you... ~Something touched my leg. ************************************************************************** A "horror"ific experience with a sprinkle of romance and smexy Warning: Strong sexual content, imagery and dark fluff. @cLusterxxx

"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

Vampire Knight Various X OC She was born in the tough continent of Africa. Orphaned at a young age, she had heighten her senses, strengthen herself, and fought off predators and anyone who got to close all in her silence. But nothing prepared her for what was to come when she was adopted. As she blossomed into a young woman; wild brown hair, brown silky skin, and fiery soul, They wanted her more and more. Blood, Body and all. *I wanted to do this for a long time! It was mostly for me to see how I'd do. No bashing please! : )

Your favorite anime characters x black girls. Imagine and oneshots.

~This book contains Scenarios of you and your pale vampire soulmate. This is supposed to be for African American females, though If you still want to read, I'm not stopping you whatsoever <3. -Code- Fluff = ^^ Limeade(meaning slight steam)= ! Steamy = !!! Angst = * ((Please do not report my book, if you don't like it I'd rather you yell at me in pms... I've lost over 7 books dealing with wattpad for almost 6 years.))

🌙𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝓊𝓉𝑜 𝓍 POC!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇!!🌙 "𝕄𝕪 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕠𝕣" "𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕓𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕪" "𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞" "𝕌𝕙𝕞 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦--" "𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕟" "𝔹𝕠𝕪, 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝟙𝟘?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You came to Konoha to start a new life owning a sweets stand. Leaving the old life as a Bad bitch behind, it somehow crawled its way back. Unknowingly, that BB energy was leading all these fine men on the way as well. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ⓓⓘⓢⓒⓛⓐⓘⓜⓔⓡ!! I don't own any of the the Naruto character, neither any pictures, Gifs or videos that are shown in this fanfiction. Also! This isn't really gonna follow the plot of Naruto. There will be moments where some canon deaths are mentioned.