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

Moana sprang up just as I sank into my seat.

"Drinks! We need drinks. Non-alcoholic, obviously. Noah and I will grab them. Let's go, Noah!"

"Moana, wait—" He barely got the words out before she grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the food counter, her enthusiasm leaving no room for argument.

We all sat in awkward silence, the tension hanging in the air.

Amber cleared her throat. "Well, that was… something."

Shari nodded thoughtfully. "I agree. Noah is really cute."

"Look," Aiden cut in, his voice sharp. "Are we starting this project or not?"

I finally allowed myself to look at Aiden, only to find him already staring at me. I couldn't quite read his expression, but everything about his posture radiated irritation and impatience.

He held my gaze for a moment longer before shaking his head and looking away. Switching off his phone, he let out a quiet sigh.

Marcy