They were both forced into it. None of them wanted to it to happen but they had to..... They had to get married to each other against their will. They hated each other, or so they thought. But they didn't knew that they were meant to be. A Hotlinebleeng Creation™ All rights reserved® •••••••• Cover by me myself and I

It's simple. When he claimed her she became his. Only his. And in the Mafia, you don't touch what belongs to a Bieber. Because if you do? You Die.

Neurotic:[noo-rot-ik] Suffering from, caused by, or relating to neurosis. Synonyms: mentally ill, mentally disturbed, unstable, unbalanced, maladjusted, psychopathic, phobic, obsessive-compulsive He's unstable, mentally deranged, possessive, aggressive, and obsessive. Not only has he killed, tortured, robbed, and kidnapped. He's obsessed with a girl he's been stalking for years. The adorable and loving , Malarie Dawson. Yet, there's a twist in their story. Jason will stop at nothing, until he gets her into his arms. Whatever Jason wants, he always gets. Will Malarie learn to love him, and give him a chance, after he forcefully takes her away from her family? Or will she view him as dangerous, along with the rest of the world? Highest Ranking: #8 in Fanfictions Copyright © 2015 Alexis W. All Rights Reserved.

Now Rachel is married to her boyfriend, Jason McCann and they have a daughter, Valerie Dawn McCann who is now 17. Rachel is even expecting another one Rachel is a stay at home mom while Jason manages his own company and as for Justin he married Selena they have a daughter, Marie Grace Bieber. Jason and Rachel's marriage is off to a bad start but will they manage to make their marriage great for their daughter and unborn child or will it go down the drain and they get divorced? Started: June 25, 2020 Finished: February 12, 2021 Rewritten 2025-2026

Julie Marie Gray and her mom moved to Beverly Hills to start a new life after what happened in their past. Julie visits the BHHS and finds new friends including Justin. Justin is the most famous and hottest boy at school. He is also a player. What will happen when they meet? Will he just use her? Read to find out.

Justin Bieber is an exotic male dancer. Skylar Hayes is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. She pays him for two weeks so she can study him. Things are bound to get interesting. ------------------------------------------------------------- This whole story basically contains content not suitable for minors. Read at your own risk.

*MATURE CONTENT* head•over•heels- to be madly in love/crazy over someone. (COMPLETED)

Re•sent•ment: The act of hating - no, loathing Justin Bieber. (Yes, I'm well aware that's not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .) It's been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong. I'm not going to bore you with all the details of how our love was once intoxicating, consuming, and perfect. Because it was . . . until it wasn't. I've been fine without him. I haven't missed his cruelty, his coldness and his spite. And after the ugliest breakup in the history of breakups, I forced myself to move on. Year by year, the feelings I had for him slowly drifted away, but one encounter with him recently changed everything. One encounter made me realize how the heart doesn't forget, and how my mind is going to have to work overtime to make sure I never forget my definition of resentment. ----- NOT MY STORY full credit : N.London

Reina and Justin made a pact. No emotional attachments, no catching feelings, and no falling for the other. What happens though when the heart takes over the mind and jealousy doesn't become an option or a choice anymore? What if friends with benefits isn't enough?

TURBULENCE (n:) The quality or state of violent disorder or commotion. Chaotic or unstable motion in the atmosphere. Anything and everything that characterizes us. ----------------------------- He and I met under a cloud of clichés : Boy meets girl. Boy charms girl. Boy screws girl. Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways. But then we saw each other again... And neither of us could walk away. Our rules were simple. Our passion was scandalous. Our hearts were supposed to be safe... But when you find something so all-consuming-something so intoxicating and inescapable, you'll risk everything you've ever had, even if you're destined to crash and burn. This is us. This is our messed up love. This is turbulence. ----------------------------- NOT MY STORY credit : whitney g.