Eight years ago, something terrible happened in Sara’s, she never thought that her life would become a tragic story. The most beautiful time of her life became a tragedy, she fell deeply in love with a boy. He would have destroyed her, but she didn’t know that and so she let him dominate her, he started slowly feeding on her soul and before she realized it, she was left empty. Sara Sword did only one thing wrong: fall in love with the wrong person, with Eriq.

Freshly turned 18 years old, Anne had only one desire, to go to university and live her life independently. Everything was planned, Anne was ready to spend her perfect year, and if there one thing on which Anne Remington was not ready to compromise was her privacy, she had no intention to share her flat with anyone. But one dreadful day Anne gets a call from her mom and now she will have to share her flat with Daniel. He was definitely not part of her plan. A clear contrast to Anne austere and shy character, he’s overly confident, overly happy, and definitely too enthusiastic nature was too much to handle for Anne. Both will have to adjust to living together, possibly without murdering each other. ---- ‘your name is Annabelle ?’ he asks with a foolish grin on his face, ‘like the doll?’ he continues. I decide I better not answer him if I don’t want hi dead on floor killed by hot frypan in my hand. ‘I’m not talking to you’, I whisper, ‘like that wicked doll’, he says. So he really wants to die. ‘You are not funny’, I hiss at him, spitting my venom at him. ‘So you were named after the famous possessed doll. Interesting’, he says. He proceeds to take another handful of chips and eat it loudly. Unbearable. ‘Annebelle was my grandmother name, I was named after her, now will you stop buggering me on this matter’, I turn on my back making him understand that I won’t listen to his bullshit comments any more. ‘No’, I hear him say. What an asshole, I turn angrily with the spatula in my hand, with every intention to hit him, or even just to wipe out that stupid smile on his face. I might as well leave a scar on his pretty face, just to remind him not to piss me off again.