Leila lived with her pack all her life. It was until she was forced into an arranged marriage that she ran away from home. She turned into a rogue and while running away from an Alpha, she ends up kidnapped by another one. The exception for this was one: this Alpha was her mate.

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

"When we promised to love each other till death do us part, I never thought death would come so soon." They call her Justice and it's probably because she takes the law into her own hands, dishing out whatever she wants to whoever she wants. At just twenty-three years of age, she's one of few notorious assassin's in America. That's right. A hitwoman. A femme fatale. His name is Nevio Vignale and he's about to be served with some serious justice. A criminal in his own right, he's never felt the need to bring a woman in on his operations before, but that all changes when the highly trained assassin marks him. Yep, he's on her hit list, and Justice has never missed a target. But what she doesn't know is... neither has he... It's criminal verses criminal. Boy verses girl. Assassin verses assassin.

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Epilogue For Roommates Written By xthatONEchicx Don't Forget to check out "Roommates."

When sixteen-year-old, Anastasia 'Annie' Evans, finds out that her mother's newly-engagement comes with having a stepbrother, she starts to develop a certain attachment to him; not knowing that she's about to embark on a euphoric adventure full of lust, lies, and secrets. [highest ranking : #1 in Fanfiction]

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.