softmoonhues

“I should hate you. I have every reason to. But I can’t stay away, and I don’t know if that makes you my salvation—or my undoing.”

Ellie never expected to see Aiden Hartley again—the boy who had made Noah’s life a nightmare. When he disappeared after high school, she thought she could leave the past behind. But then, on her first day of college, she finds him sitting in front of her—Noah’s new roommate.

This Aiden isn’t the same. He’s quieter, harder to read and maddeningly protective, but there’s an edge to him that makes her hesitate. Ellie wants to hate him. She should hate him. But something in the way he looks at her pulls her in, and despite herself, she can’t shake the pull.

As Ellie unravels the truth about her parents’ murder, she’s dragged into a dangerous world of secrets, betrayal, and violence—secrets Aiden may be hiding from her.

With danger closing in and nowhere left to run, Ellie must decide if Aiden is someone she can trust, or if he’s just another piece of the darkness that threatens to consume her.

Some loves are born from hatred. Some betrayals cut too deep. And some truths are better left buried—before they destroy everything she’s fought to hold together.

Falling for my Best Friend’s Bully

Days had passed since I saw Noah and spoke to Aiden. I went to class, sitting in the farthest corner, making sure that even if Aiden tried, he'd have to twist his neck just to catch a glimpse of me.

I knew we still needed to talk about our project. Time was slipping away, and eighty thousand words wasn't something to take lightly. The semester was just enough for two people to write a novel, but barely.

But I couldn't speak to Aiden right now. I couldn't trust myself to make the right choice, and I knew the right choice was staying away from him.

Our feelings intertwined too easily, and that only set the stage for more pain.

Pain that I deserved, but Noah didn't.

I sighed to myself, glancing at my phone as my English Literature lecturer droned on about symbolism or whatever.

The screen was depressingly empty. No random texts from Noah filling my inbox. No calls or messages from Aiden either, ever since I told him I needed space.

Pressure