Hey everyone, Issy here!

I just wanted to leave this here, first as a big thank you for all of you who have read my stories. I really appreciate it and your comments always bring a smile to my face. Unfortunately, I've had to put my fanfiction writing on hold for now, as I've chosen to focus on my own piece of fiction. If you've enjoyed my stories on here, then I'd love it if you could check out my new story, The Watcher. You can find it on Wattpad or Inkitt.

Not sure if it's your cup of tea? Here's the blurb and a little sneak peek...

Blurb

He'll have to break all the rules to keep her, but first she's got to break just one and let him in.

It's taken four years, but Anna Fray has finally put the past behind her. Mostly. She fills her days working in a bar and her nights watching bad romantic comedies. She's managed to keep her distance from everyone around her by following one simple rule: don't trust anyone.

Life is simple. Mundane, but simple.

This all starts to change when a boy walks into the bar with a book and a smile. Soon Anna finds herself the centre of his attention, whether she likes it or not. The only problem is that the more time she spends around the boy with the book, the more she notices he's not like everyone else.

It's not until one winter's night that she realises just how different he is. In that moment, the world as she knows it, is changed forever.

Excerpt

"Hottie alert," Callum hissed frantically, pulling me from my reverie as I refilled the small bowls of complimentary sweets. Today it was Skittles.

I glanced up as I poured, expecting to see another bearded man with a handlebar moustache and neat little topknot. Callum had a type.

Skittles scattered across the counter as my eyes watched the man walk leisurely across the bar.

His tall lithe body moved gracefully through the tables. One hand lightly moved chairs that got in his path, while the other wrapped around a thick pile of belongings: a book, a phone, a worn-looking jacket.

"Shit," I gasped quietly, as I tried to gather the Skittles before they tumbled to the floor.

"I know, look at him," Callum sighed while he continued to stare.

I stole another glance as I surreptitiously herded stray sweets towards my hands.

The man had settled at one of the tables in the far corner, his broad shoulders rivalling the width of the table while long legs claimed the floor below. 'Man' seemed appropriate at first, because of the air of confidence he exuded, but now he was stationary he seemed more boyish. Or maybe something in between, a twenty-something like so many of the other customers we had in.

Except, he wasn't like those other customers at all. For all their ordinary features, he was something else. Thick dark hair, tousled this way and that, sat in stark contrast with his ivory skin. The embodiment of light and dark whereas all those around him seemed to exist in shades of grey.