Octavia transfers to Dauntless and immediately draws the attention of the last man she should ever want: Eric Coulter. He looks at her-and sees a ghost. Someone he lost. Someone he failed. What begins as hostility sharpens into obsession, then into something far more dangerous as initiation brutalizes them both and the city edges toward war. The longer he watches her, the clearer it becomes- She isn't the ghost. And he is not the man he was before it. She came to Dauntless to find where she belongs. Instead, she finds him-and a love built in the space between violence, grief, and everything neither of them knows how to name. It is not safe. It is not easy. It is tested-by fear, by secrets, by choices neither of them can take back. By the truth that loving each other may be the most dangerous thing either of them does. When the city fractures, they are pulled apart-by duty, by survival, by the decisions meant to protect each other. Octavia rises. Eric breaks. And as the world collapses, they are left standing in the wreckage- still choosing each other anyway.

"I will never love you" I hiss digging my nails into his bulging bicep. "Trust me sweetheart I'll kill myself before I ever fall for a bitch like you" he replies slamming me against the wall. Death is all I wished for when I learnt that I'd be pinned down to this asshole for the rest of my life. Why didn't I just stay in Candor? I wish I was never born in the first place. Better off I wish I killed my father when I had the chance.

RANKED #1-Divergent as of 1-29-2019!!! Thank you, wonderful readers 🖤 Rae lay on the stiff mattress, unmoving. She stared up at the white ceiling, imagining what the seconds, minutes and hours would sound like as they rushed by. Time was such a strange thing. One moment you can feel as if there's too much of it, and in the next moment there's not enough. Time probably passes silently for a reason. If it made a sound it would probably be unpleasant. A constant screaming reminder of the moments that were wasted, taken for granted, stolen away or lost. A raging celebration of the moments that were precious, intimate and full. It would probably be too loud for a person's ears to handle, and we would crumble under the pressure. ***Intended for adults only! The Divergent story and many characters belong to the wonderful Veronica Roth! I hope you like the story. I've pulled together things from both the book and movie, and put a lot of effort into referencing both to make the story flow. Also, in this story the initiates are 18 when the choosing ceremony takes place. Let me know what you think, but please be nice!***

Things were finally going her way: her brother was marrying her best friend, she had a group of stable people in her life, her work was helping people across the factions, and she got Eric back. What could go wrong? How about her mother showing up, after Crystal believed her to be dead for nearly 8 long years? Yeah, that's bound to have nasty consequences that could royally screw her life up. Especially when her mother is the leader of the group of people who set fire to a school and nearly killed Eric, not to mention kidnapped and tortured her. There's only one way to solve this problem, and it's not going to be pretty.

Life in Dauntless without the war. Its hard to explain without spoilers, but this has many different things from other fanfics. Including Tris sharing an apartment with Christina, working as a tattoo artist, a new festivity call the 5 Weeks of Factions, a memory loss and lots of FourTris! *I made this in February of 2014 and it's not my best work, but a lot of people seem to like it, and that's the only reason I've kept it up. Thank you for so many reads!! xx