It was like coming home. Simon wasn't prepared for the intensity of her kiss. It hit him hard, sucking out all the breath in his lungs. For a moment he was overwhelmed, and then need overtook him. He reached for her, his hand tangling in her hair as he slanted his mouth, pushing hers wider, suddenly desperate for more access to her. The kiss lacked any finesse. It was just plain need, need so deep he felt it to the depth of his soul. It was the kind of need that lacked a clear definition, a need that had him drinking her in desperately. There was only her. There would only be her. No woman would ever be able to measure up to her. It just wasn't possible. She was it for him. Forever. God, he loved her. *** All rights reserved.

Heyy I'm back with a new mafia story but this time it's gonna be different. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella has been abused, sold to men and raped for as long as she can remember. She is no more the bubble girl now she is hurt broken,used and can never be the same again She has been in and out of jail like a million times. What is keeping her sane is fighting, shooting, graffiti, smoking, drinking and cutting and her three friends. Her wannabe foster parents always told her that her parents never loved her and that's why she is here. She is informed that her 'mother' was laying dead with a bullet hole in her head and the fact that her ' father ' is out on the loose scares her. So is she all alone or does she have family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " oh honey we are so-" " Don't call me that if you want to keep talking" "I-i'm sorry I-isabella" " just shut up and tell me if I'm going to another foster care home" " N-no your brothers are willing t-to take you back" " Then let's get this fucking over with, when am I leaving" "In the next three hour,the flight is for New York City" " Whatever....I'm coming back brothers and I'm not the same Isabella you knew I'm like the devil in disguise "

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.