Ian had been an average (insanely smart) teenage boy. Then, he got bitten by a radioactive spider... that's when things got a lot less average.

Starcross adjective LITERARY - thwarted by bad luck "In a dark vision of the near future, twelve boys and twelve girls are forced to appear in a live TV show called The Hunger Games. There is only one rule: kill or be killed." Vengence and anger causes Friday Barnes to enter the games, like her siblings before her. She fears she won't be as lucky as them, but with her wit and courage, there might be a chance. Will it be enough? Because, after all, she was born to die. "Come take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane So choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die" - LDR

Friday Barnes is the only person who can see Death, and he is the only one who has ever truly known her, no matter how sickened that makes Friday feel. She's disgusted by him, tormented by his lingering presence. But maybe she'll come to love him. Maybe she already does. Gothic romance, Frian, Based loosely on Belladonna but I've forgotten most of the plot of that book so it's also not really like Belladonna except for the Death premise.

Friday needs money. Ian needs an associate who's actually competent, not just some Harvard loser with bad hair. When their paths collide for the second time, it results in a job contract and a lot more lying than Friday's comfortable with. Friday gets a job at Belcredi-Hallet, but can she keep it? As an old partner of the firm rises from disgrace and upends everything, her secret is threatened to be exposed. Can she keep her secret, and can Ian keep the firm as it was? And will either of them do anything about their dangerous chemistry? Fb Suits Au, Frian, Only based on the first two seasons or so bc otherwise this would be like 200 chapters.

:⋆°⋆.ೃ*:･💋(𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨. || 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚)💋:⋆°⋆.ೃ*:･ 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮 ✩✩✩ ───── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩-𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥. 𝘼 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨, 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.