"I WILL possess you in every sense of the word and make no mistake, Princess, you WILL submit to me." Autumn Bloom is a senior in high school and after a life of moving from place to place due to her mother's job, she is ready to finish off her year in a big school where she won't stand out too much. She is mostly ignored, but unluckily for her, she is not ignored by the one person she would most benefit being not noticed by. Stone Jameson, the student council president. Don't let his "good guy" position fool you, he is a powerful person with means to acquire whatever or whoever he wants. And he wants to own Autumn.

"Your boyfriend?" He asked roughly, almost accusingly. I nodded, feeling confused. "What will I say?" He frowned at that. "Tell him you're taken." I looked at him with blatant perplexity. "What?" "I want you to be mine." Flora Vargas moved schools in the middle of sophomore year. Before she can even adjust to the school, she falls hard for Wesley Hartmann. Known as the infamous jock with an unknown past, Flora knows she should stay away, though everything seems to go smoothly as Flora starts to love Wesley more and more. She accepts his hard home life and overprotectiveness for the sake of being with him. It's only when her best friend's brother comes into the picture that things truly become complicated.

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

She was followed by Ares, who left bloodshed in her wake. ✖ ✖ ✖ Lightless. It was Lightless, not quite dark enough to be darkness. But, somewhat in between dark and light. All most as if, you put your hands on your eyes, to block the raging sun. But, the sun still got though, creating a soft pink glow. It was like that. I softly groaned as my stiff body, awoked. Hot hands, pull me closer into the hard object of heat. "Shhhh, Rest angel." I groaned, again. Closing my eyes again. This time, it was dark.

"Hey, sugar." C O V E R B Y // @daisiesxflowers