Ever wondered what happened the night WWE Superstar Seth Rollins invited a fangirl up to his hotel room? Well forget everything you've read on the internet, and forget all the rumours you've heard, because this is what REALLY went down in room 605... ***WARNING: Sexual content/Profanity dialouge!***

❝SHE'S A REBEL❞ and her behavior's whirling all over the place like an out of control tornado. ❝HE'S A MASTERMIND❞ losing control of his temper as he explodes like a volcano. JUST ONE NIGHT of sharing a ring turned into more than a fight. Through friction and hard glances, they conveyed unspoken hatred towards one another. But the camera has a way of picking up even the smallest of chemistry sparks. Things between them aren't what they used to be, and when a contract is made to force a bond on them, a riot is in session. Everyone knew it was going to be explosive, no one knew just how explosive.

"Ma'am will you please open the door!" The man shouted tiredly. "If you think I'm about to open the door for a bunch of pigs then you got me fucked up!" She shouted and he grunted before trying to knock the door down once more, "Cut that shit out!" "Dean." Sasha groaned, "This isn't working." "You don't think I see that?" Dean groaned loudly then turned back towards the door, "What's it gonna take to get you outta there lady? There's gotta be something." The woman was silent for a moment before speaking, "Help me get my son." *** City living is unforgiving. Naomi Fatu is a single mother trying to make ends meet for the sake of her 17 year old son who would rather live on the streets than in the apartment his mother is struggling to pay for. Dean Ambrose is what his city would like to call a traitor. Though having shouted 'fuck the police' in the days of his youth, he is now a detective alongside his partner, Sasha Banks. Both have been tiredly working the same case for the past three years with no signs of improvement. Sasha Banks is THAT bitch. Bad and she know it and ain't afraid to show it... in the public eye that is. Behind closed doors is an entire different story that she'd rather keep private. Preventing crime by day and trying to live comfortably at night was an impossible job... literally. When Naomi has trouble trying to pay the unpayable debt her 'deceased' husband had brought upon them, and Dean tries to convince Sasha that thinks he's getting closer to the answer they had been desperately searching for, how will the assistants of each other play a role in freeing all of their minds?

so called love story

*Sequel to What He Doesn't Know.* "Go get in the car Joelle." I say to her as I stormed up the stairs. "You are not fucking taking my daughter away from me Naomi!" I immediately heard him shout as his footsteps follow me. "I damn sure ain't leaving her hear with you!" I shout at him as I swung open the door to my room and walked over to our shared drawer, grabbing random shirts out of it. "Will you just fucking listen!" He screamed at me and I stopped my actions, "If you would let me explain-" "There's no need of an explanation Roman!" I shouted at him, "You fucked up! No, this was all you this time. This isn't anyone fault but your own. Explain to me? Explain to me?! Please Roman! Attempt to explain why the hell she was in my house?"

Warning: Strong Mature Content. "Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink. "Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him. He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked. 'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do... I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine. I fell in love with her laugh. Her smile. Her jokes that weren't funny at all. Her attitude. Her personality. The way how I felt when I touched her. The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan. I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her. And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here. She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

"Hey," Nikki said quietly from the dark corner. The other five turn in the direction of her voice. They can't see her fully in the dark room but they could make out her figure. "What?" Paige said just as quietly. "Do you guys remember that pact we made at the end of Freshmen year?" Nikki asked. Roman smiles at the thought, "Yeah I remember it." "Of course you do," Seth says chuckling, "You're the one who made us agree to it." Dean shakes his head, "I don't remember it." Naomi looks at him, "You don't remember the pact?" Dean just shrugs and then pulls out a cigaret, "A lot of shit can happen in three years. Refresh my memory why don't you?" They all stay quite for a moment. "Today," Roman spoke, "May 28, 2012. I promise to stand by my peers. To stay drama free." "To stay away from the 'it' crowd" Nikki said quietly. "To respect others, as well as myself.." Seth muttered. "To stay clean... Drug free..." Dean said then dragged out his cigaret. "To follow our hearts... Accomplish our dreams." Naomi said quietly "To be the best we could be. To make our senior year drop dead amazing..." Paige mumbled They all remain silent. "Well," Dean said throwing his cigaret in front of him stomping on it. Then grabbed another one from the box. "Didn't we do one hell of a job keeping that pact?" *Voted Best WWE High School Fanfiction 2x *Voted Best WWE Fanfiction 1x*