My name is Jade. I was kidnapped and given as a gift. Like a pet. A gift meant to mend the bond between a father and son. But before his son knew I even existed, I was locked away. I sat, hidden right under his nose, in his basement. Learning to be a good wife by being forced to read a book with outrageous rules that fall into the husband's favor and beyond. And I would stay there until I was perfect for Blake. Or what his father thought was perfect. ... Then there was hope and fear and a surprising love. Finished. Now editing. Highest rank: #7 in romance

At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar heard noises in her tiny one bedroom apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar grabbed a tennis racket and armed it like a light saber as she approached the noises. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar saw a strange platinum haired man in her apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar's somewhat normal life was taken, smashed into a million pieces, and scattered to the ends of the earth. -3:23 a.m- ---------------------- Hey guys this is my first Gerard Way/MCR fan fic. I'm working really hard so I would love for you to check it out! More reads=more updates so tell me what you think :):) ---Fabbyulous1

When you're kidnapped, maybe you think you'll find your true destiny in another world (not me), or maybe you'll be kidnapped by One Direction, or something like that (still not me) or maybe you'll be kidnapped by a super-hot guy (yes, but he hates me). Do you expect to get beaten? To be treated like a slave? To be sold like a slave? Maybe, maybe not. But there's always one thought we kidnapped have in common: ESCAPE.

Ashley Moore develops a crush on her history teacher, Mr. Iero. Some crazy shit takes place.

It was messy and poorly drawn, but it was a pickle jar.