Oaklyn Santidore goes to Acadia boarding school, a school full of the richest and powerful students in Eldham. Her father is the leader of the English mafia, her mother tends to travel a lot, mainly to avoid her father. All of her life, Oaklyn has suffered from loneliness. Until she met him. Now being 18, she's in her final year of school. Everything was going smoothly, her friendship with Lucas, her grades, and her relationships with teachers, until she had to start tutoring math to a certain student who goes by the name Caiden Ford Fulton. All through school, she did her best to avoid him. Caiden's father was the leader of the Italian mafia, soon he'd take over. She hated the way his shirt always became untucked and disheveled. She hated the way his paper airplanes would find their way to her desk. She hated the way he gets kicked out of every lesson. She hated how her body responds to his touch, and she doesn't hate him for it. Ever since Caiden first met Oaklyn when he was 14, he's been infuriated by her lack of interest in him, always wanting an excuse to talk to her. She never attends his basketball games. Never smiles at him like the other girls there did. Never gave him a second glance. Now that he's purposely failing math to spend some one-on-one time with her, he's determined to make her like him. After they start to get closer, they're both surprised at how different they thought each other would be. After getting to know eachother, they both can't deny their feelings, despite the world being against them. Together, they face it.

She's trying to rebuild her life. A new city. A clean slate. But the memories she can't reach? They're starting to reach for her. There's a girl who says she loves him. One who's always watching. One whom Edward hates with his life. And one who is his salvation. The scary part? They might all be the same person. Rosy thought she was in control. Thought she was the one doing the hunting. But someone's been ahead of her this whole time and the deeper she digs, the more she starts to wonder: Is she protecting herself or hiding from the truth? TWO STALKERS. TWO KILLERS. TWO HUMANS. ONE TWISTED CONNECTION. A LOVE STORY BUILT ON LIES, OBSESSION, AND SOMETHING DARKER. TRIGGER WARNING: This story explores themes of trauma, suicide, murder, and psychological manipulation. ✨ BEST FEATURES AND POSITIONS ✨ Featured in Mystery glimpses Featured in Ambey's round 3 # 5 in psychological thriller # 2 in plottwist # 12 in morally grey characters # 22 in kidnapping # 47 in Stalker romance

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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)