Two Best Friends, separated by love and death. The interplay of darkness and LIGHT and how the two can never coexist.

Wrote some random poems. Hope u like them.

Life is such a roller coaster, and our efforts almost always end up in vain. We try perfection, yet it never works, adaptation too, it only gets worse. We always ignore the fact that what guides us throughout our whole existence is individuality; living much of a cliché is always a tempting option, and choosing such a path seems relieving every step of the journey. But do we ever try to connect our past to our present, and think of what the future has in store for us? Do we ever try to understand ourselves, learn from our past, and accept that it was all a moulding process, or do we often ask ourselves, directly, or indirectly, who we are, what we are supposed to be in terms of internal factors and society itself? All of these leads to one question of vital importance in an individual's life, a question that can lead an individual to an evergreen path of self-discovery, or rather into a tunnel without light at the end: Who am I?

Evelyn is the first daughter born to an assassin. Her life was never meant to be and the Guild will do anything to end it. Years after her mother, Queen Joselyn, fought for her own freedom and the man she loves, Princess Evelyn must follow in her footsteps. As strange things occur around her, and the bodies pile up, the spoiled young princess must come to terms with who her mother was and who she is now. It's her time to take up the sword and protect those she loves.

[BOOK ONE (1) of THE CIRCUMSTANCE SERIES] "It takes the heart of a Lion to become an ultimate conqueror." She'd an easy life. An over privileged one where she didn't have to sweat an ounce to get what she wanted. She'd it all. Everything her pretty little head could think of. Things some if not most only dreamt of owning. Her life screamed wealth, class, opulence and power. But due to cataclysmic turn of events, she lost everything. Family. Wealth. Power. All of it. Her name is Valeria Jaarson. Unaccustomed to woes of life and the struggles of the streets, Valeria finds herself between a rock and a hard place, clambering on the streets of Swakopmund with nothing and no one, at the mercy of everyone she once looked down on. She is in her final year of school, still left with two months but nowhere to live. Cruelty of life hits her yet again tenfold in the form of an eighteen year old boy named Pius Starke. A devastatingly handsome lad who's hell-bent on crushing her already hellacious life into powdery nothings. He detests her for reasons only known to him. They say all is fair in love and war if you play it safe, but what if when there are no rules or limits? With the weight of the world on her shoulders trying to pull her deep under the dark pit of anguish as another ominous event hits her hard and square, the question is; will she stumble and fall? Will these series of stifling events annihilating her last shred of human dignity successfully submit her into a worthless junk she's not? NB. THIS STORY IS IN THE PROCESS OF RIGOROUS EDITING AND REWRITING!