When you meet someone, someone who is different from everyone else. What would you do? Learn more about them or run. Kellie and Justin have been through hell and back, but their story isn't finished. Or is it? © LindzFrienz12 2013/2015 ©

Reina and Justin made a pact. No emotional attachments, no catching feelings, and no falling for the other. What happens though when the heart takes over the mind and jealousy doesn't become an option or a choice anymore? What if friends with benefits isn't enough?

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❝He says he's afraid of commitment, but he has tattoos covering every inch of his skin.❞ © all rights reserved

|"I want you to be my Queen." Justin whispered as he trapped me between the wall and his body. No words could come out of my mouth. The only thing I could do was stare into his pleading hazel eyes. "sweetheart, please.." he said kissing up my neck with his soft lips. "Justin please stop. I c-cant." "please. I need you so much, you don't understand." | June. 26 2020 #1 Justinbieberfanfiction Aug.15 2016 #6 Royalty

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

"What seems to be the problem today sweetheart?" He asked as he neared her leaning at the end of his desk. "My husband... He says I lost my touch I can't make him... ya know.." she fiddled with her nails "release himself?" He chuckled "Yeah that, I don't know what happen" she sighed "Its practically normal love , and you know maybe he's the problem" he winked at her "maybe..." She said "what do you need me to do for you?" He asked "I want to see if I can make you release yourself" she said making no eye contact. He grinned before leaning down to her ear "Strip."

"You don't know the half," J gritted his teeth. His eyes pierced mine and, already, I could feel my blood rising with anger. "Don't." I pushed, reluctant to allow my temperament to be bothered by his antics. I could see a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew he had me where he wanted me, and every part of me hated it. "So do something," he raised his hands as if he were innocent, but his tone tested my patience. "Do something about it." I shook my head; partially because of the winter wind whipping through my hair, biting at the tip of my nose, and partially because I wasn't going to allow him wrap me around his fingers again. He opened his mouth once more, "I'm waiting."