Cleo Anderson would rather jump off a cliff than ever have anything to do with her ex-best friend, Aster Blackwood. Once inseparable, their relationship has now become almost nonexistent. While Cleo's life orbits around the beauty of figure skating, Aster's world is a cold, precise one centered around being a chess prodigy. Their contrasting worlds only pull them further apart. They both claim they hate each other. Or maybe Cleo does. But Aster? His feelings for her are teetering on the edge of madness. --- After a trap set by both their parents, Cleo finds herself once again in the house of her worst enemy. Instead of the confrontation she expects, Cleo is met with his death-and the weight of every word left unsaid. Granted a second chance by Death itself, Cleo must save the boy she once knew from a path of destruction, all while slowly dying herself. ---- Warning: might make you cry by 2am in the morning, read at your own risk Updates every Wednesday and Saturday. --- Impressive rankings #2 in darkacademia

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)