It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other. Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them. [warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns] ••• ©literalight | All Rights Reserved

[ A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ] ••• ❝We accept the love we think we deserve.❞ But what does that really mean? This is Eva's story; a tale of a wayward girl who had a heart of glass and when it broke, forgot that light tends to creep in through the cracks. ••• [Extended summary inside→] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©LITERALIGHT

[ A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ] → #2 in Teen Fiction ••• ❝You're frowning,❞ he murmured, tapping his forefinger on one corner of her mouth. ❝I hate it when you frown. It makes me want to tear to pieces whatever has upset you.❞ ❝Then tear down that armour, Asa,❞ she told him, leaning her face into his palm because it was starting to feel like home and it terrified her, but also brought her peace. ❝Tear away that outer skin and wear the one you were born with like its gold, because it is.❞ She brought up her free hand to cover his one that was holding her face. ❝Because right now, that is what's upsetting me.❞ ••• In which Asa San Román, popular swimming champion of Reichenbach High, is afraid his looks are all that he'll be liked for... but then meets Carmen West, the girl with midnight hair and thundercloud eyes, who reminds him that beauty is soul-deep instead. ••• **Please note that only half the book is currently available on Wattpad. Chapter 39 onwards is unpublished due to copyright reasons now that TYE is an officially published paperback & ebook**

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.