[BOOK ONE IN THE LIFELINE SERIES] life·line ˈlīfˌlīn/ noun "A person you can always depend on to help you in a really messed up situation where you need a quick escape" Avery Collins is the twin sister of Finn Collins. After being hidden for most of her life and then locked up, being sent to the radiation soaked Earth isn't so scary. While on the ground with the 100, Avery meets Bellamy Blake, who turns out to be the blessing she needed. With Bellamy around Avery finally feels like she can breathe. - I do not own the 100 or the characters. All rights reserved to the show. I only own Avery and all of her related plot lines- avery's associated plot line is my own. please do not copy any aspects of my story that are original. I've worked hard to write this story. [seasons 1-3 of the 100] [originally started-2015 ➢ editing- 2021} highest rankings: -#1 in bellamyblake -#1 in the100 -#1 in octaviablake -#1 in finncollins -#1 in fan -#1 in montygreen © 2015 -paradiseearth. All rights reserved.

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)