Dust
"You hate the rain? How can someone hate the rain?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
He stared at her. Not at her words, but through them. Because when she spoke of rain, he remembered another night-sirens wailing in the distance, gun metal heavy in his trembling hands, the taste of salt from tears he couldn't stop. And her body, the one he loved, sprawled lifeless against the soaked pavement. Blood. Silence. The storm that never washed clean.
Elias Will, didn't hate the rain.
He hated what it carried back to him.
In a world where faith is a cage and freedom a curse, Elias drifts through London searching for meaning in the dust of it all. He doesn't believe in God, but he doesn't believe in nothing either. Then comes Amara-wild, strange, alive in ways Elias has long forgotten. She asks questions he refuses to answer, forces him to look at wounds he keeps buried.
But survival has a cost. And love, he learns, can be as dangerous as any bullet.
Dust is a philosophical, poetic novel about the weight of belief, the fragility of love, and the ghosts we carry long after the storm has passed.
I swipe away a piece of hair falling in front of her face. I watch as she sleeps softly. She is all that matters to me now.
She is every beat.
Every breath.
Every dream.
Everything.
You normally have those stories, where the good girl falls in love with the bad boy. He hurts her and breaks her heart multiple times. This is the complete opposite.
Nova Dixon isn't someone to be friends with, and definitely not one to fall in love with. Dustin Clark breaks those rules, and decides that Nova is his new drug, his addiction. No matter how hard he tries to stay away, it isn't possible. He wants her. Needs her even. But she cant give him what he wants.
**I know there seems to be a lot of chapters, but most of my chapters are 1000-2000 words. Only a few of them have more**
200,000-220,000 word count