Scarlett is a skilled assassin, and her target is Autumn, a crazy sadist who is currently targeting a group of friends to get her revenge on Dan, a boy from her high school.
Autumn has been going on a killing spree, meaning if Scarlett doesn't assassinate her soon, she very well could kill all of Dan's friends, Eva, Roman, Noah, Hannah, and Dan himself.
Will the group of friends come to trust Scarlett and her assassination partner Ivy enough so they can help each other kill Autumn, or will Autumn finally get her revenge and continue brutally murdering others?
This is an original story, so the story and characters belong to me.
⚠WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DEATH, MURDER, AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. ⚠ This book is rated mature for these reasons and these reasons only.
Chapters with any of these things will have a ⚠WARNING⚠ At the beginning of them. A Very Mild ⚠WARNING⚠ means there isn't much to warn you about, but there is still some violence, death, etc.
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𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.
Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series.
"They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him."
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There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe.
And then... there's his.
It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming.
He was my best friend's brother.
The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word.
I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me.
My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself.
He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting.
And now, he's no longer waiting.
He calls it love.
I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable.
There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence.
Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze.
And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling.
Because the scariest part of being wanted like this...
Is realizing you might want them back.