//~Part 1 of the Shattered Secret Dyad~\\ ((TW: Pregnancy..... started this at the age of 14 back in 2015 so please bear with me)) ---------- "It's the secrets that we keep that seem to destroy the world around us," I say, hoping my fear was well hidden. "Says the girl who kept a secret from me for six years," Ren snarls back. --------- You were small when you first met Ben Solo, the boy with the Dark hair, your best friend. You've known him all your life, sharing countless memories together. But one day, he says he has to leave to train to be a Jedi with his Uncle Luke. He promises to return, and the night before he leaves is one you would never forget. But you leave the planet of Corellia you've called home only after two months goes by, and that's when the secrets start. A year passes, and word is spread that Ben has fallen to the Dark Side, killing all of the Jedi Padawans Luke had trained. Devastated, you return to the only home you've ever known for the comforting of General Leia. Five years pass when you finally come face to face with Kylo Ren, your secrets trailing behind you like the cape on his back.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?" "You made me fall in love with you."

She painted his life with color and he infused her soul with passion.

I took a deep breath. "Okay, let me get this right. In order to get the Eastern Territory to sign a treaty with us, you plan on giving Prince Niall a girl, as a peace offering. And you want me to be this girl?" King Aaron nodded. "Precisely." "What if I decline?" He chuckled. "Dear, I wasn't asking. You've been chosen to save our world. There's no option." I gulped. "A-and what law is this under?" Although he was King, he couldn't just ship me off without law allowing it. He smiled darkly. "Agreement 318." Shit.

suture [soo-cher] 1. a joining of the lips or edges of a wound or the like by stitching or some similar process. 2. a particular method of doing this. 3. one of the stitches or fastenings employed. "Now, watch as I suture his chest. You see my technique? There's no way in hell this wound will come apart," Doctor Styles begins to chuckle, "Sort of like you and your two friends. You three say how much you despise this place, and me and my staff, yet, we both know you won't leave. You're sutured to this hospital, love, and there's no way in hell you will part from it."