Book 1 of The Mismatch series. *** He was a Heartful, jolly boy who everyone admired. Now he's a ruthless Mafia don who everyone looks up to. His name is Xavier Lorenzo She's the daughter of the second most powerful mafia don, forced to take the hands of the coldest man alive to form an alliance between the both families. Her names Octavia Ibraheem What happens when rules are tarnished and the truth is revealed? ~~~ "This will only work out if you follow my two rules. Dont invade my personal space and never ask about my past, you will only hurt yourself my little jewel" DISCLAIMER & TRIGGER WARNINGS! This story may not be suitable for everyone, it includes bullying and other sensitive subjects (violance, suicide attempts, SA, death) Please don't come at me if you dont like it, simply stop reading x

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

Für alle Silberfans, die dem Verlangen nach Henry und Livs >Erlebnissen< während der Frühjahrsferien nicht standhalten können, und nichts dagegen haben, eine Fanfiction darüber zu lesen.