Her name is Arietta Jones. Or as her "clients" like to call her, Vixen. After living a twenty three year old life filled with drinking and smoking, Arietta found herself being addicted to the taste of alcohol. Not to mention with all her rough relationships, she's managed to be good at only one thing. Sex. Now that her dad has passed away and she's on her own, will the alcohol and her job fully break her spirit, or will she find a way to escape the life she's so used to living?
Zachary Reedmen, also known as an anonymous killer, is only seventeen years old. But with all the horrid scenes he's experienced, his wisdom has taken him much farther than so. Not to mention his older, good looks. But his life is far from perfect. With a messed up family, Zachary found himself dealing with terrible anger, and accidently killed his younger sister. Now he finds comfort in killing other little girls, as well as in drugs.
When fate brings these two together, no one knows what will happen. It could lead to a sick, twisted friendship. Or, will they change their lives forever?
[This book is VERY mature. It will contain violence, sex, drugs, and curse words. This is a warning in advance for younger readers.]
-YoursSincerely
WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION
Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . .
Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask.
But none of them knows what she knows . . .
Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .