→ SEQUEL TO SHE'S MINE BOOK TWO → "Are you aware that you were kidnapped by Jason McCann?" The detective asks. What? Did he confess to everything? I sat their watching him closely. There's no way I'm going to say anything. I'm not giving in to anything this cop is trying to lower me in. I just sat there silently. I don't have to answer any of his questions right? I hope Jason isn't. "Because, Jason has confessed that he kidnapped you. He says you were his victim." He says. Why ask if you already know everything? Why would Jason even tell them that? "Can you tell me what you specifically remember?" His eyes are studying mine closely. The detective has an intimidating look as he watches me. His face softens as he eventually leans closer, placing his crossed hands on the rusted table. "I know you're scared but you don't have to be. He's gone. You're safe. He will never hurt you again. He's going to get what he deserves." He whispers soothingly. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does he deserve? "The death penalty?" I ask emotionally. "Most likely." He says, confirming my deepest nightmare. This can't be happening. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

[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 This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

WARNING: This contains mature content such as sex, drugs, violence. Zoe Fray has just moved to Bradford when she meets Zayn - a guy from her neighborhood who's got the looks of a Calvin Klein model, and an arrogant yet alluring bad boy attitude. For some reason Zoe quickly catches Zayn's eye, and when he starts using his irresistible charm on her, Zoe's new friends tell her to stay away from him, saying he has a bad reputation including drugs, crimes and girls. Can Zoe trust him and put up with his bad reputation or is he really nothing but trouble?

'Do I scare you darling Dasiy?" "No. Your different."

"How long have you been in here?! How much have you heard?!" He yelled as his eyes turned black. "I-I didn't hear anything I swear! I just came to get my phone," I said as I cowered back. "Niall! Didn't I fucking tell you to check if everyone left?!" He yelled as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out towards the others. "I did-" "Well it doesn't matter now. Liam put her in the fucking car. All we need is another brat to snitch on us." #Wattys2015

Nikki Bella is a popular WWE diva, she dates John Cena. She's famous, has money and she should be happy. But she's not. Nikki has secrets .. Secrets her twin sister Brie doesn't even know about. But somebody .. Somebody can save Nikki. Somebody named Seth Rollins. NOTE: This is my story, I wrote it. So if it's posted anywhere else it's not me. I've only posted it on Wattapad. Please give credit if you use any part of my story. I greatly appreciate it. Thanks!

The twins, Edward and Marcel Styles look exactly alike, but are completely different. Marcel is the nerd who gets picked on, and forced to do other people's homework. He is smart, sensible, and quiet- especially around Bella Hugo, a completely average girl. Edward is the sexy, rebellious, mysterious bad boy that every girl swooned over, and Bella was no exception. One day, Bella gets the idea to use Marcel to get close to Edward, but is that really what she wants?

"Please, please!" My hoarse voice broke as I cried out. "Oh darling, the worst is yet to come." Don't walk home alone, they said. Something bad is bound to happen, they said. But they were all so, so wrong. I never walked home alone, because he was always following me. Something bad didn't happen, something far, far worse did. Being kidnapped is one of the most terrifying experiences ever, but being kidnapped, help at gun point, used, abused, beaten and lied to by the leader of one of London's biggest gangs, Harry Styles, a killer, is a fear far greater than any I have ever known.

My therapist's name is Ashton. And I've fallen in love with him. Written in 2015