On the surface, Nicole Carlson is your average American teenage girl. She seems to have it all: spot on the cheerleading team, friends, good looks. But, under the surface, Nicole has demons like no one has ever seen. Until Harry came along to fix them.

|sequel to dEVIL| "I couldn't become the King of Hell if I still cared about you, so I became void."

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary. It took Carli a long time to get to this point in her life. Living in New York and being accepted at her dream college, New York Academy of Art. She had to work hard for everything she has, which to her is all worth it. Harry is the complete opposite. He's rich, gets what he wants and doesn't take no for an answer. He hates people in general, except for his buddies. Harry's had a hard life, which he hides behind his hard exterior. When these two art students get forced to see each other every day, secrets will be un-hidden. Hearts will be broken, mended and dreams will be lost. Love is not in Harry's vocabulary, but Carli might change that... Only if they can start trusting each other.

He was the boy who wished to be free from fear. She was the one he found comfort in. A dysfunctional love story about a boy with anxiety and a girl who wants nothing more than to reach out to him.

A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

""How much do you love me?" "I love you so much that I'm willing to give all of myself to you, give my life for you, and spend the rest of my life with you.""

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.