A story in which a girl sleeps with Justin Bieber which causes everything to take a turn for the worse. [highest rank: #2 in Fanfiction] - please remember that this is an a.u (alternative universe), any references or similarities to actual events, real people-- living or dead, or to a real place are intended to give the story a sense of reality, other than that, it's entirely coincidental. 2015 // © secutegrxnde all rights reserved.

"It is better to be feared than loved" Fanfiction #4 Teen Fiction #13 Copyright © 2013, JustinsAvenger

[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

The end isn't over just yet.

→ 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.