Sequel to Hate, love, cars and mafia together in Tokyo /Tom Kaulitz story/. Please read before reading this. However you can read this story by itself if you want to. _____________ Taylor receives an invitation to her best friends wedding and she is beyond excited. But there is a twist to it. If she wants to come, she has to see him. It's been two years and Taylor is not sure if she's ready yet. Tom Kaulitz has haunted her mind since she left him and she is shaking to see him again. But the thing is, will a meeting rekindle old wounds or will it only make her deep buried emotions come out in a bang.

Taylor decides to move to Tokyo with her best friend Mellie. While there, they get invited to a street racing party by their friend Hirato. Unexpected they get to meet Tom Kaulitz. Japans most feared head mafia boss. With the company of his twin brother and his two friends Gustav and Georg, Tom is the most feared and respected man in all of Tokyo. He drives a sexy car, is a gifted street racer and is the definition of dangerous. What Taylor didn't know, was the most dangerous man in Tokyo had his eye on her.

A sequel to My Living Nightmare. The black nothingness that now enveloped my soul was the only thing that seemed to keep me going. The thought of him imprinted on my brain was a cruel reminder of the place which I had come. Was I really destined to die alone? Was I really meant to keep on living in this fucked up world without him? The days felt like weeks, time would pass so slowly it was almost unbearable. Being stuck in this nightmare on a continuous loop, was it ever going to change? He may not be a good man, hell...he was the one to get me into this mess, but he loved me and I loved him and that I would take to my grave. Trigger warning: Some scenes may include rape and cutting/suicide attempts. (It contains mature subject and dark themes such as explicit kidnapping, murder and rape. There's also explicit sex scenes. Read at your own risk. This book is unedited so you'll find some grammatical errors)

He was good looking, drove a sexy car and always had a girl on his arm, he seemed to be the ideal man to every girl's eye, but he was the complete opposite. My name is Taylor, and I am one of those girls he has on his arm. I wasn't put there willingly, no not at all, I was forced to be his pet, thats what he called me, what they all called us, pets "your a fucking pet!" he would scream at me "you don't talk back to me" then he would hit me across the face or shove me to the ground. Thats how he liked it, rough. The man who made me sick at his touch, tremble when I felt his prescene, when i felt his breath is Tom Kaulitz, Tom fucking Kaulitz. "No one stands up to me, I'm Tom Kaulitz" Why he's keeping me around, I have no idea, why he's put up with me for so long, I wouldn't have a clue, I thought he would of put a bullet in my head ages ago, just like the others. He was an invincible killer, an evil man that got away with anything, murder, rape, stealing, just because he could drive. Trigger warning: Some scenes may include rape and cutting/suicide attempts. (It contains mature subject and dark themes such as explicit kidnapping, murder and rape. There's also explicit sex scenes. Read at your own risk. This book is unedited so you'll find some grammatical errors) I do not own Tokio Hotel but I do own everything else, original characters, story line etc. © winternightz I am winternightz! I wrote this story 6 years ago on Mibba and it was a real hit, I am re-posting it due to writing a sequel and I felt I should share it with you guys, will be up soon! :) The sequel A Beautiful Lie is up now.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.