She remembered her scent. It seemed to verify her aura. Her scent was cherry Coke and cigarettes. The latter one was passed onto her, especially after she had handed her her first cigarette only three months ago. Three months was all it took for her to develop that bad habit, but it wasn't the first nor the only one she developed in that period of time. Now she laid on the roof where she had smoked her first cigarette three months ago, and she glanced over at the full can of cherry Coke sitting on the concrete next to her, almost as if it were mocking her. A dull ache formed in her heart, a hollow, resounding ache that penetrated her deepest core. The sudden burning sensation in her fingers made her realize that the cigarette was burned to its very end, and maybe so was she. -♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤- August is attending Cornell University as a creative writing major, and while at a college party her friends dragged her to much to her dismay, she stumbles upon a gang in an alleyway and sees something she shouldn't have. With her life now in danger, she has to deal with the consequences of that night-which includes the leader of the Blue Porcelain gang, Willow, a tall and brooding woman whose green eyes would put the girl in more danger than being caught in a spiderweb of New York gangs ever could. [tw: violence, sex]

Love was a term coined by the movement for equality beginning in the 1960's. Love was something that Rebecca Hayes never thought she would find. A young, introverted college graduate, Rebecca is commission to be a French tutor to the youngest children of the wealthy Donnelley family. In the summer of 1964, Rebecca is uprooted from her quiet life in the suburbs of New Orleans and settles in with the Donnelleys in Los Angeles, California. During this internment, Rebecca finds experience. She finds friends. She finds purpose. What she did not expect to find, was love. And the last place she ever thought she would find it was in the eldest Donnelley daughter, Joanne. Now an old woman, Rebecca recounts the passionate love affair that is still just as picturesque as it was 59 years ago, during a time when this kind of love was considered something entirely opposite.

She was the calm to her storm. She would set the entire world on fire but wouldn't let a flame get near her angel. Cover by : @anulekhakashyap