¿Qué es lo peor que podía pasarle a la pobre Mara después de reencontrarse con el que fue el amor de su infancia ocho años después de la última vez que lo vio? Ah, sí. Que siguiera sintiendo cosas por él... y se negara a asumirlo por ser una testaruda. Suerte que Aiden era todavía más testarudo que ella.

Emily Malhore es hija de los perfumistas más famosos del reino de Mishnock. Su vida era relativamente sencilla, pero el destino le tenia otros planes al cruzar en su camino al príncipe Stefan, quien queda maravillado con ella. Un conjunto de eventos transformaran sus días, relaciones con miembros de las altas casas de la nación, la guerra librada contra el reino Lacrontte, el amor, el engaño, la enfermedad por el poder y la traición, cambiaran la vida de la dulce Emily, llevándola a situaciones que nunca creyó presenciar y se dará cuenta que no solo el príncipe sacudirá su mundo. Obra registrada en la Dirección Nacional De Derechos De Autor Colombia. Cualquier copia y/o plagio será penalizado. Portada realizada por @AlexaCenteno01

"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