"I need you to call out my name." She wanted to hear it escape his throat. One last time. "No," he replied curtly. He couldn't bear to look at her, so he stared at the floor instead, appearing indifferent. Atheyas grabbed him by the jaw, forcing his gaze to meet her stony expression. "Say it. Say it now," she demanded. 𝐶𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. TW: Intimate scenes, foul language, mentions of torture, violence, suicide, and death. [Spotify playlist included, read 'dear readers' for more details]

The tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]

"Why is green your favorite color?" "Because it's the color of your eyes." Long time best friends, Luke and Autumn, spend their first year of college living together. They would say unexpected love is the best type of love. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

maybe he can help me touch.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)