Maximillien Bussola often laughed in the face of death. She was sinister, cold, maybe even a bit psychotic. Crossing paths with Genevieve Menza was nowhere in her immediate life plans. This singular event would change the trajectory of her life, she just didn't know it yet.

Ten years ago, on Christmas Day to be exact, there was a mysterious phone call to the police reporting the homicide of a man and his teenage daughter. The problem with this being? Only one of the bodies was found. [Warning; This story contains mature scenes and language that is deemed rated R by officials. Read at your own risk.] ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014-2015 All Rights Reserved.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"I'm wanted in a lot of states," Jackie exclaimed as she finally sat back down. "I've stolen cars and food, clothes and diapers, I've falsified so many documents." "And worst of all John's still out there," she said. "He's never gonna let us be, he's never gonna stop looking for us." Stroking her back Emmett spoke softly to her. "None of that matters," he said to her. "I still love you." "Don't you get it?" She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "If he finds me, he'll kill you." Emmett laughed. "Let him try." "You shouldn't be so quick to underestimate him," she warned. Grabbing her face with his large hand, Emmett faced her towards him, his thumb caressing her cheek. "You're not the only one with a secret."

living with a male during my college career was the last thing on my list. + lowercase intended highest rank: fanfiction #8

"that mouth of yours is too dirty for that pretty face." + lowercase intended highest rank: fanfiction #6

in which justin shows up in her dm being thirsty.

"What's my name?" "Daddy."