At some point, your enemy seems to be the one person you constantly think about, and now both of you have to keep that fact hidden behind after curfew.
Y/N just seemed like some cocky rich girl, sneaking out to the street racing after parties even though she was never allowed on the course, constantly having the biggest ego in the room. But unbeknownst to anyone else, her ego was right.
For nearly a year, New York City has been haunted by a name whispered across news stations, police precincts, corporate boardrooms, and social media alike: Red Angel.
A single mistyped number connects sixteen-year-old Noah Harper, a quiet boy from Vancouver, to a girl hundreds of miles away in Alabama. What begins as a wrong number turns into nightly phone calls, shared secrets, and a connection neither of them expected—leaving them to wonder if someone you’ve never met can become the most important person in your life.
Y/n has a pretty normal life; she’s 23, lives in a nice family home in the country, about 30 minutes from New York City, she’s always sweet and dressed up. Normal. Or not. She has a life changing secret hidden.