Kirjahaku

"How did you even get here?" I blink at him, confused by his question. "We live here." "You live here, in these woods?" When Kaiden stumbles across Serena Scott whilst hunting in Sorrow Woods he thinks all of his birthdays have come at once. Finally, the girl that's haunted and intrigued him and his parents for the last fourteen years is standing in front of him. And she's alive. Serena should have known that he would shatter her life into a thousand pieces. It wasn't because of the gun, or the tattoos that snaked around his arm, but because he was the first boy that she'd ever set eyes on. He wasn't just any boy either; he was Kaiden Matthews. He was dark, dangerous and strangely alluring. And he was beautiful. Serena's life as she knows it is destroyed after Kaiden drops his bombshell. As the consequences of his actions begin to penetrate through into her life she vows to stay away from him, and while she might have been in his past, she refuses to be his future. Kaiden knows that in order for either of them to salvage anything from the mess he's made he needs to make sure the secrets of his past stay hidden, but as they start to rebuild their lives they find themselves stuck in a whirlwind of secrets and confessions that could threaten to break their already fragile relationship.

Our story started like the fairytales you grew up reading, but it doesn't end like them. I was fifteen when I realised I was in love with Cole. He was the foster kid who wore scruffy clothes and never had any money. He was the bad boy, the fighter. The boy who took all the dares-and won. He was the boy that scared me but excited me at the same time. He was the boy I shouldn't have wanted, but, of course, he was the one I wanted the most. In the beginning, he was mine. And I was his. Cole and Evie. Evie and Cole. But then a lie was told. Lies break people. And broken people shatter into little pieces of tortured pasts and fractured futures. And then our fairytale beginning morphed into a story of heartache and sadness, instead of happiness and hope. A story that ended with lost love, friendship, and a never-ending cycle of what ifs and if onlys. Our ending broke me. Shattered me. Destroyed me. When a story ends like ours did, is it any wonder I never wanted to start a new one again?