No Strings Attached
  • Reads 183
  • Votes 19
  • Parts 16
  • Time 46m
  • Reads 183
  • Votes 19
  • Parts 16
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Jul 20, 2019
Mature
Delilah is a young rebellious girl who lives in an abusive foster home.  There's something special about her though, she can see the string that connects soulmates.  Everything changes when she goes to Peryton Academy for the Gifted.  

Karitoru is a handsome young man from Kyoto.  He has always hated his ability to see people's death timer, but when he meets the girl of his dreams, this curse becomes a blessing.
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Hey Delilah

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Delilah moves from New York to a school where the fake popular kids claim her as their own. Making it impossible to make real friends. It isn't until she gets partnered with the mute boy for an assignment that she finally makes a real connection. She makes it her mission to get to now him. Although he doesn't want to be known. He's scared that once she gets to know him she'll leave like everyone else. But what they both don't expect is that music has a way of bringing people together. This book is a dual POV. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That's incredible. You're incredible." My eyes widen and I look into her eyes again. A blush makes a way to her face and I can tell she didn't mean to say that last part out loud. But she did. And I can't stop myself from taking what she said to heart. It's been a long time since anyone has said anything remotely close to that to me. I can't let it get to me. I can't get used to it. Being hopeful. The higher you rise, the farther you fall. "Do you think you could make a song I can sing to?" She asks me timidly. I hesitate to say no. If I say no then she might spiral again. This is her hope. Her light to the darkness. She finally has something to look forward to and to distract her. As I mull over it I see the hope in her eyes dwindle. She doesn't expect me to say yes. "Okay," I whisper.