��������

"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

Ebony is haunted by the voice of a man who claims she is his long lost bride. ⭐️Number #1 in Vampire⭐️

Amelia Hayden is busy senior at college with no time for boys, parties or fun. This all changes one Halloween night after she accidentally finds herself at the center of a cruel prank that sees her being offered up to the local legend, the Prince of Darkness, as his virginal bride. Believing the urban myth to be untrue Mia sets out to disprove it but is surprised when the Prince of Darkness turns up to claim his bride. Mia unexpectedly finds herself married to the handsome and mysterious Prince Luc. As Mia comes to terms with her new husband and martial vampire lifestyle she soon discovers that turning into a vampire has given her an unsettling ability to see the dead. When Mia starts seeing the ghost of her murdered sister-in-law, she begins a journey to uncover the truth about her murder and the dark secrets of Luc's past. #1 Vampire Book one of The Vampire Court Saga

Raised by her witch Grandmother deep in the forest, Skyler has lived a friendless life of isolation and magic. Her fortunes change when she accidentally binds herself to the powerful demon known as Rayne. This former Prince of Hell is inexplicably drawn towards Skyler and finds himself determined to protect her. Skyler on the other hand has no desire to spend the rest of eternity bound to evil. However when her lonely world is plunged into danger as ancient prophecies, assassins, werewolves and army of demons invade her life, the only thing that stands between Skyler and death is Rayne. This is the third book in the The Imperial Vampire Court Saga.

Amara lives in a world where things have changed drastically. Instead of living in a simple time where everyone was treated the same and equal, she lived where people were divided. Not by their race or beliefs, but by the color of their eyes. Browns being at the bottom of the food chain while Green and Blues were above them and Grays were the highest. With there only being three lands, Amara comes from Alun, the smallest. Where because she was pretty, she was allowed to enter the academy to be trained to serve the upper castes. Her whole life she had been taught what to expect and how to take care of them. What she hadn't expected was to be purchased by a Gray and for him to want more than just her servitude or to be moved to Ulna. Dorian Slade was a Gray, but not just any Gray. His family was the highest ranking in Ulna. Making him the highest of the caste in the world. His family believed that everyone should be treated equal. So, when he saw Amara on the Academy's website, he knew he wanted her for far more than service or companionship. ~~~ Dorian kissed her shoulder as his fingers worked her core. She was dripping for him and it was taking all of his will power not to slam balls deep inside of her. He knew it was her first time and though it would hurt her, he didn't want to put her in any unnecessary pain. Lining himself up, he slowly began to push into her and he heard her gasp. Removing his mouth from her shoulder, he molded his lips to hers and pushed in to the hilt as she squeaked out in pain. Leaning up, he saw a tear run down her face. He kissed it way. "I'm going to be gentle this time and the next time." He told her kissing her lips again. "But after that I'm going to fuck you like I own every inch of you." He growled out. Amara gasped at his words and the promise in his eyes and had to admit she was definitely looking forward to it.

A tongue-tied vampire feels a connection with a woman who senses nothing in particular. Please find the extended summary inside.

What would you do when out of nowhere you were sent to the past?? and not like Martin Luther King Jr days. Like the B.C past, yes before Jesus Christ his self days. what would you do? When you're sent to a place where you end up protecting someone from danger. Someone very special to his people but also wanted dead by some of his people. especially since that danger is being caused by someone who is suppose to love him but hates him and wants him dead. Knowing this person is a king from the past and you need his help to survive in this Era but what happens when you start falling? falling for someone in the past. someone who you have read in history books, what do you do when you know this person is going to be killed? what do you do when you start to love him? Would you change the past and save him? or let him die. But remember this, the past is never meant to change. So.... would you stay in the past or go back to the year you were living? ? Especially finding out you could go back home. Would You leave the people you have grown to protect and keep safe...... Would you leave the man you have to learn to Love? #14 Brownskin #14/62

Bonnie, a blind girl. Lorenzo, a ruthless controlling obsessive man who rules the Italian Mafia. **** A blind girl gets kidnapped by Don of the Italian Mafia and has no choice but to live with the Mafia family, later falling for Don (BWWM)

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

I always thought true love was something that would happen to you at your own will. You'd chose who to love and if they loved you back then well yay for you. I never thought I'd have to deal with this. I was no longer considered a human being. I was an object. I was his property.