Dulce Veneno

I wasn't supposed to be on that rooftop on Valentine's night. Neither does Kellan Marchetti, the school's weirdo official. We met when we wanted to end everything. Somehow, our tragedies intertwined and forged an unlikely bond. We decided not to jump and see each other again every Valentine's Day. We kept the promise for three years. On the fourth, Kellan made a decision and I had to deal with the consequences. And just when he thought our story was over, another began. They say all love stories look the same and taste different. Mine was tragic and written in scarlet scars. My name is Charlotte Richards, but you can call me Poison.