Amelia Anderson is a normal high school girl, who likes to stay out of trouble. Living a normal life so far until she is paired with HIM for a school assignment. A mysterious guy whom she never met. Her instincts tell her something is strange about him and she should maintain her distance, but will she able to do that? Will Amelia be successful in leading her normal life or things will completely change for her? Or worse, will she fall for the fallen? *Inspired by Becca Fitzpatrick* *kind of a fanfiction* EDITED VERSION

'some angels are destined to fall.' | not fantasy genre | [11 nov/2017 - #15 ss] *~* review *~* "It brings out the emotions and feelings of all the characters.. Not many authors can do that.. I know a handful on here. To a dedicated reader like myself that's just awesome! And this stands right next to them in my book! Also writing about the sad autophobia, was very well brought to life. I can't say enough, the overwhelming joy, sadness and love I felt from these characters!! so here's you 12 roses at your feet 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 Bravo 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏" - @IcallitlikeIseeit "This is honestly the best book I've ever read in my 14 years of life" - @AverageTeenager118_

In a world where lust and all things like it are forbidden, one angel is wrongly accused of taking part in it. She is a victim of a rebellious angel, one who went against all they were told and yet still got away with it. One dark night as she is heading home, she is ambushed and attacked by an angel that has the vilest intentions in mind. When discovered in the act, the male plays it off as if it was the girl who attacked him. And as a male angel, the superior gender, of course, he is believed over her. The girl is condemned, thrown down to earth, and then stripped of her wings. . . She has no will to live, sees no reason to get up. She lays there, her wings that were so brutally torn from her back accompanying her mere feet away. She has no care. Doesn't bother to get up and leave the scene. Instead, she lays there, immovable. Broken, bleeding, and undone. . . He found her. She was lying in a pool of her own blood, her dress torn. Two twin bleeding wounds on her back. Curled up on her side, as if waiting for death. Her dark hair concealing her face from view. But something in him couldn't leave her there. Something in him died at the thought of letting her die. And so he determines to save her.