Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Founders have it all. Beautiful homes, prestigious schooling, extraordinary wealth -- it's all part of the life guaranteed to the Ministry's ruling class, and it's the life sixteen year old Freya Arma was born into. Set to Ascend to her father's seat as First Marshall, Freya is headed for Academy, an elite grooming school for firstborn Founders. Ascension is a destiny Freya is bound by blood and tradition to accept, but one she would have never chosen for herself. But as the Separatist war plagues the Ministry, Freya is thrust into the fast-paced life of an Academy Novice. Set against the backdrop of civil war and family strife, Freya must balance academic rigors and romance with an outcast Founder. But even if she does manage to carve a path through these new challenges, she might find herself drawn into the war in a way that no one could have expected.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.