＞「𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰 𝘌𝘳𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 」 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑. Demon Slayer belongs to Koyoharu Gotoge.

→ SEQUEL TO SHE'S MINE BOOK TWO → "Are you aware that you were kidnapped by Jason McCann?" The detective asks. What? Did he confess to everything? I sat their watching him closely. There's no way I'm going to say anything. I'm not giving in to anything this cop is trying to lower me in. I just sat there silently. I don't have to answer any of his questions right? I hope Jason isn't. "Because, Jason has confessed that he kidnapped you. He says you were his victim." He says. Why ask if you already know everything? Why would Jason even tell them that? "Can you tell me what you specifically remember?" His eyes are studying mine closely. The detective has an intimidating look as he watches me. His face softens as he eventually leans closer, placing his crossed hands on the rusted table. "I know you're scared but you don't have to be. He's gone. You're safe. He will never hurt you again. He's going to get what he deserves." He whispers soothingly. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does he deserve? "The death penalty?" I ask emotionally. "Most likely." He says, confirming my deepest nightmare. This can't be happening. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

( Sequel To Danger) Being a family once more Jason and Jess try to get on with their life, but Is everything Jason says true? Does he really just have late night work shifts? Or is he still in the danger zone? What happens when she finds out not only Jason but her son are involved? Is this the final end for the McCann Family?

Just your generic Jason McCann kidnaps girl type of thing... Sweetheart. I remember the way that name rolled smoothly off Jason's tongue. I remember the way his lips curled up in a smirk whenever he said it, occasionally adding a wink to his beautiful expression. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as Jason in my life... But maybe because he was just a face in my dreams. Or in my nightmares. *** Is it possible to fall in love with America's most dangerous criminal, even after he kidnaps you and claims you as his own? (it's nauseatingly cringeworthy for about twenty chapters but I promise it gets progressively better. I was twelve when I wrote this and unhealthily obsessed with JB)