My Violet Connection

"If you could stop getting into fights, literally every part of my body would appreciate it" I stared down those sharp amber eyes.

He smirked, grabbing my chin and pulling my face close to his. "I mean, my pinky toe wishes you'd stop hitting yours against the edge of the kitchen counter but we don't always get what we want, do we?"

It all started with an unexplained bruise. What followed were many more things that were the very definition of unexplainable. Fated individuals, long destined to be connected, every injury, hurt, bruise and cut one receives will also be passed on to the other. This is the curse suddenly plaguing Phoebe's life, and all she can think of is one thing. Why did it partner her with trouble-maker James Lyon, a boy who's habit of fighting leaves him constantly battered and bruised? There's nothing more romantic than a boy protecting you until you remember they're protecting themselves, is there?