Naomi Moreno and William Luther, too different souls with two different personalities. He's cruel, She's sweet. He's arrogant, She's modest. He's powerful, She's powerless. It's like yes and no. But that doesn't stop fate from bringing them together. Or, well, at least everyone thinks it was fate. *****

*THERE IS GONNA BE LANGUAGE IN THIS BOOK* You probably won't like my book and there's most likely going to be mistake and someday I'll fix it sooo enjoy I guess. Also first couple chapters suck but doesn't mean the rest don't suck also, but they aren't as bad

"Aren't you a little too young to be a psychologist?" I eyed him suspiciously. "Aren't you a little too sane to be seeing one?" He countered with an amused smirk. "Touche." Meet Payton Quinn, your average teen who has problems with love like everybody else, but with a Mom who worries maybe just a little too much and ends up sending her to a Love Psychologist. Meet Damon Saunders, Cupid's son. His Dad is punishing for slacking off all his life and of course he get stuck with Payton. Only way he can go back to his carefree lifestyle is if he Payton find her match and get them together by posing as her new psychologist. But what he doesn't know is that matching Payton isn't as easy as he thought... Will Payton give in to Damon and be with who she was meant to be? Or will she deny her fate and destiny and go after who she really loves?

[Completed] [EDITED] *REALLY MATURE THEME* *MIGHT TRIGGER SOME* Jaxon Hunt. Gangster. Fighter. Player. Drug dealer. Jordan Johnson. Starting college. Sweet, sometimes. Smart mouth. Makes friends everyday without trying. And keeps Jaxon coming back for her. She makes him want to have her by his side the whole time and gets very possessive of her. •••••••••• "I can easily kill you. You don't know my life and you don't know what I live for. And you don't know what I do. So I can easily kill you with this." Then out of the blue he pulled out a gun. A fuckin gun. My eyes grew huge and held the knife tighter. "Get out." I hissed. He smirked then place the gun next to my head. "Now why would I want to leave?" "Because it's my house and I'm kicking you out." Then I placed the knife on his stomach. He looked down and then looked back at me. His smirk grew bigger. "Want to play that game?"... *highest rank so far- number 3 (08-23-17)* *needs tissues and torches later on* *Mature theme* *Cussing*