"ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ! ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ - ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ! ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ!" Sophie Swan, a quiet enigma, always wears her gloves and sketches people she's never met. Reluctantly returning to the slumbering town of Forks, she seeks to vanquish demons and reconcile with a past shrouded in mystery. However, she does not expect the underlying darkness that has manifested itself beneath the small-town facade of Forks, nor the tangled web of lies that she stumbles upon, discovering her sister fixed at the heart of it. Surviving unforeseen events, Sophie unearths facets of her own soul previously concealed. How will she navigate the horrors without tipping off the edge? Returning to her hometown, there may be just the right person to gain Sophie's interest-one with the potential to unravel the intricate tapestry of Sophie Swan's hidden life. ------------- AU-ISH. {Warning!} This book was used as practice for my writing, so the writing gets better as the story progresses. The first few chapters are unedited, therefore cringey and full of typos. Disclaimer! The Twilight Saga does not belong to me! My original characters belong to me like Sophie. Other Characters that you do not recognize belongs to me, characters you do recognize belongs to Stephenie Meyer. All of Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. {Warning!} Excessive amount of blood, gore, and death with explicit detail. Mature scenes will come up, and it is kind of AUish.

(Previously known as The Cinderella's Bad Boy) ------- "Be your own kind of Cinderella" ............ (Extended Summary inside) All Rights Reserved. (Cover by : -infinities) (IMPORTANT: This is NOT a re-telling of Cinderella. It is a pure work of TEEN FICTION AND HUMOUR.)

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.