Tic...tac...tic...tac... Les secondes défilaient lentement pendant cette fameuse nuit, le temps était froid. Aussi froid que le corps qu'il venait d'enterrer. Aussi froid que la bibliothèque où elle venait enfin de terminer ses révisions. Le calme régnait...des deux côtés. Mais le calme aimait se faire désirer chez lui...et maintenant chez elle. À cause de lui. « Allô ? » Ils n'avaient rien en commun. Ils ne se connaissaient pas vraiment. « La cible est en train de sortir de la bibliothèque, on attend ton signal Kai. » « Allez-y. » Enfin ça...c'était avant. Avant qu'elle ne soit l'objet de sa nouvelle mission. Et de sa curiosité. (Not owned picture)

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"You still don't get it do you?" he asked, anger dripping in his every word. "Get what?" I asked, my face morphing into confusion at his question. "When I said you were mine, I meant it." he stated, then before I knew it. His lips were on mine. -------------------------- Octavia Hill, 19, has just graduated over a month ago from high school and doesn't know what she wants to do now, if she wants to go to college, if she just wants to start working, none of that, what she does know is she wants to live her life to the fullest. Ryder Salvatore, 24, owner of the biggest company in New York, Salvatore inc. by day and biggest New York gang leader by night, Ryder knows what he wants and when he wants it, he'll do anything to get it, although having everything he could have, one thing he still found missing and he had yet to discover what it was. -------------------------- What will happen when the biggest gang leader in New York happens to meet a girl who makes him question everything? What will happen when Octavia finally knows what she wants? Are these two the answer to each other's questions?

''Le proviseur m'a attrapé en train de taguer le mur des toilettes des garçons. Ma punition ? Tout les matins, 10min avant que la cloche ne sonne, je dois animer les ''petites annonces''. Comme ça me faisait chier, j'ai décidé de chanter. Maintenant tout le monde parle de moi, est fan de ma voix, m'adore. Sauf qu'ils ne savent pas que c'est moi. Et je suis beaucoup trop timide pour leur dire.'' [couverture par @Past_hurts] [traductrice officielle @mynameisbooh]