"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

SECOND CHANCES, I didn't believe in it, I have never been known to the world, I was born disfigured, useless and without a name. To the General, my father I should never have been born, I was conceived by a maid and caused his most beloved wife to never forgive him. Hidden and forgotten until I was needed to take my sisters' place, she was to become the Emperor's Empress as I was made to believe but eloped with her lover. A crime that will lead to the death of nine generations of the general's family descendants, therefore I was made to take her place and if caught I will have to take the blame and say it was due to my GREED. I wondered why the General's manor will allow a disfigured person like me to pose as my sister but before marrying the Emperor, I was assassinated, I heard my killers say " this way the generals manor will never be caught since the empress elect to be was assassinated before arriving at the imperial palace", they never planned on letting me enter the palace, I was their scapegoat to save their necks but I never thought I will get a second chance at life, a second chance to change my fate. In my past life, I was born to never be loved but to be used and discarded but not in this life, I don't care if I am not loved but I won't be used and discarded. BOOK COVER BY @silentscarlettt #Please note that NONE of the artworks/pictures in this story belongs to me, I DID NOT DRAW THEM and all credit goes to the artist but NOTE that the story itself is my ORIGINAL WORK, Also I am an Amateur writer so read at your own risk. COPYRIGHT LAWS APPLIES PLEASE DON'T REPOST THIS STORY ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION. I CAN NEVER GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO POST THE ENGLISH VERSION OF THIS STORY ANYWHERE AND IF I WHERE TO POST IT SOMEWHERE I WILL TELL MY READERS WHERE THAT WILL BE, SO IF YOU SEE IT PLEASE LET ME KNOW. THANKS. #boyslove- 12/06/18-highest ranking #1 HF-30/09/18-highest ranking #01

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me.

~ SEQUEL TO TOO MANY BROKEN THINGS ~ The beginning of the new school term is far from anticipated when a number of final year students are planning to resume with sharp bladed knives and bullet filled rifles hidden cautiously in their back pockets. Figuratively speaking, of course. When the New Year Resumption opens with a suffocating air of terror and tension latched around the throats of some students of Castron High, they are left to walk around eggshells with each other, hoping that they will be able to make it through the year in one piece. However, fate has other plans for them as these teenagers are prone to inevitably getting their hands dirty. While friendships are still on the line, Dabeluchi Orji resumes the year with her new 'aura' being a slap to people's faces and the events of her life scripted according to the version she prefers in her head. Marcus Acha is adjusting to his new reputation in Castron High, alongside a barrage of consequences from Home, but he is not done messing his live up over his Love. He dives into playing with fire and putting his life on the line as he goes out on a premeditated quest against of the most dangerous men in the country. After all, all is fair in the game of Love, and soon, dirtier tricks are played, nastier controversies are arising, death threats are following, and Marcus - along with the Igbo Sisters - are setting themselves up for deadly brutal consequences. More than they could have ever bargained for. In a world where Home is Hell, friends are now foes, Love is a gamble, the line between reality and illusions are blurred, and High School is a like a cult, a messed up society of twisted hierarchy and a toxic pecking order, twelve teenagers are falling apart. Only a Monster can break a Monster. But who can fix one?

It was supposed to be a mid-year getaway for influential teenagers or children of rich parents from all parts of Nigeria. It was that annual summer camp which everyone above the age of sixteen looked forward to attending every year since its incorporation. It was Hillsview Summer Camp. ♡︎♡︎♡︎ The fourth annual Hillsview summer camp brings about things unexpected in all eight of the teenagers' lives. From the arrival of an intercontinental teenage star, to a near suicide, an addiction, and possibly an obsession, their stay is nothing like they imagined. Soon enough, they realize the meaning behind the popular saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover". Safe to say, none of them can predict the outcome of sitting together on that table the first night of camp. Surely, it is a night to remember. "Even the seemingly perfect people have that one thing which traps them" "Who would've known that all it took was fourteen days?" Do not plagiarise. I do not own the images used in this book. Credit goes to their respective owners, Instagram and Pinterest. _𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒗_

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..." 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭 He was the only thing holding her together, preventing her from falling apart. He was the only thing that made sense, the closest thing she had left to her sanity. And then, in the blink of an eye, tables were spun and her whole world came crashing down, right before her eyes. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤, austere and nearly emotionless. Withdrawn from her old school, she saw that as an opportunity to shy away from her demons, a chance to forge another path, leaving behind the bitter memories she desperately wanted an escape from. Battling with depression, struggling with the aftermath of a messy breakup and changing schools didn't come easy for Kira. But then, trouble stepping in, in the form of the grey-eyed boy that was the polar opposite of everything she stood for was the least of her expectations. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐝𝐞, your daily dose of sunshine with a golden smile, coupled with a heart of gold. He had trained himself to be prepared for whatever it is that life threw in his way, but he certainly didn't expect to cross paths with the Snow Queen he couldn't stay away from, after one encounter. She piqued his curiosity. He irks her. A girl who has worn a mask all her life, torn between who she was and what she had become and a guy who waltzed into her life in the form of redemption, with just one aim in mind. To tear down her walls. Will this blossom into something more intense? With this burning attraction that tossed them into an abyss of deceits, betrayals, broken friendships and the most unlikely alliances. One word. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!

Kilahi is a twenty six years old graduate who have spent all her life trying to overcome her low self esteem issue. She wakes up to the shocking reality that she might never overcome it.

♥︎𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼.♥︎ In which the bond between Kam and Asa is tested as drama, secrets, lies, rivalries, betrayals and love triangles threaten to tear the gang apart. ♥︎𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆" 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑾𝑮𝑺𝑪 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍.♥︎

❥︎𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼❥︎ To students of Trinity Academy, Kam is the golden boy with an infectious personality and larger-than-life charisma. Asa is the ice witch with a frozen heart and an air of cold mystery about her. A teenage love story of an optimistic boy who believed in dreams and miracles, and a cynical girl burdened with a bitter reality and existential crises. ❥︎𝓐𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝔂 @syrevnn!!❥︎

When the innocent and unworldly nun, Adina, was tasked to deliver meals to one of the possessed prisoners in the church basement, she wasn't expecting to run into the beautiful specimen of a man that captured her interest, pulling out her sinful desires. Drawn to this handsome stranger with a seemingly tortured soul, and coupled with the dark desires he aroused in her, she found herself quickly falling for him. But her newly found obsession came to an abrupt end when tragedy struck and she was forcefully wrenched from her peaceful world into a world full of darkness. This tragedy separated them and made her run into the arms of another man, Lucifer Kincaid, who would stop at nothing but to have her. Will Adina forget the only man she's ever loved or will she close off her heart to Lucifer while awaiting her first love? And if she chooses the latter, will Lucifer be ready to give her up? •Updates every weekend!!!•