||Highest rank #17 in Romance|| (Book #1/published 07-23-17) "W-what are you doing?" He quickly traps me in a corner, bringing his close lips to me. I could feel his hot husky breath on my ear as it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. "What do you mean?" He asks, playing innocent. I could feel the smirk in his voice. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." "You mean, this......" I suddenly feel something soft touch my neck. Did my teacher just........? ~ 17 year old McKenzie (going on 18) + 24 year old Mr.Grayson= read to find out. *If you are against reading about the age differences then bye. But if not then hope you like it;). And dont forget this is not, I repeat NOT real. So dont take this story to heart. NO sex in this book btw!* *Book #2/sequel out now* ⇥TFOVOrif⇤

"Xavier stop it! W-What are you doing?" I stuttered as he kept walking towards my direction, his brown eyes full of rage and his muscles tensed. My back hit the wall and he plastered himself on me by placing his hand's on either sides of my waist. "Xavier sto-" he cut me off by asking in his threatening voice "What part did you not understand of 'DONT.YOU.DARE.TO.RUN.AWAY.FROM.ME' ? I opened my mouth but nothing came out as I was way too scared of him and the proximity between us, but somehow managed to answer, "You cannot force me to do anything. I'm not your--" His eye's darkened and I swallowed nervously, " YOU.ARE.MINE." he grabbed the back of my hair roughly making me scream and placed his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. I pushed him away with all my strength and he stumbled back "You have no right to get this close to m-" I couldn't even complete my sentence and his lips crashed into mine. He pulled away and whispered darkly "I have every right on you." THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD AS I AM TRYING TO FIX FEW LOOPHOLES IN THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY. I WILL BE UPDATING 'MAFIA KING TOOK HER' ON THE REGULAR BASIS. PLEASE STAY CALM AND LET THE WRITER DO HER JOB. DO NOT COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*

"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."

Dear Bully I don't know why you hate me, But I hate you, So when you told me I was nothing Why did you kiss me? Zoe This first in the 'dear' series *i apologise in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes*