I wrote this when I was 14 so please be warned that it's not my best work. Read at your own risk 😂. "Call me whatever you like. I'm yours." ● Guns ● Kidnappings ● Bombs She's used to it by now, but love? That's what got her knocked off her feet.

Perfect is a facade, something everyone strives for and expects. For Hannah, she was the epitome of everyone's deepest desires. She had everything: perfect looks, perfect hair, and a perfect life, but most importantly, a perfect fake smile. Day by day she played the game to please those around her, and to hide herself. But as all games eventually become boring, her life did as well. That is, until she met him.

cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.

"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

"My name is Calum Hood. I have a secret. I am the Mafia don's son, and my mission? To eliminate the president's daughter--Mia Roux."