"It is better to be feared than loved" Fanfiction #4 Teen Fiction #13 Copyright © 2013, JustinsAvenger

A frozen heart for his ferociously sweet cold-heartness. Copyright © 2018-2019 Jurnauhl. All Rights Reserved.

"Get in the fucking car." He growled. He reached for my arm but I snatched away from him before he could touch me. He's out of his mind if he thinks I'm going with him willingly. "Hell no! Fuck you, you fucking murderer!" I screamed back as tears ran down my face. I can't believe I just witnessed someone being shot to death. Blondie seemed unfazed about the man lying dead in his own diner as he rested his head in his hands & sighed loudly. "You're really fucking annoying, do you know that?" He said, sounding tired and aggravated. He reached his hand behind his back and pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans. Instantly, a lump formed in my throat as I thought about what would come next if he was crazy enough to use it. Blondie held the gun towards the ground & his eyes slowly met my own. "I'm going to say this one more time.." He cocked the gun & pointed it directly at me. "Get in the car." He said calmly & for the first time in my life, I stared down the barrel of a gun. My mouth went dry & all the courage I had a few seconds ago completely vanished. He looked at me with an emotionless expression, "Now, Gabriella!" ___________________________ Jason & Justin McCann. Two ruthless killers set to kidnap a girl & sell her to the highest bidder. Job seems easy enough, right? Est. 2021 06/02/2021 ~ #1 in Justin 01/18/2022 ~ #1 in JasonMcCann

[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.