(This story is in serious need of edits! There is one use of 'y/n' in the first chapter but it doesn't appear again. MY WRITING IS ASS UNTIL SEVERAL CHAPTERS IN!) You are dating Armitage Hux, the mob boss (Snoke)'s right hand man. But when Kylo Ren, the underboss of the mafia, returns from his time away, you soon become a pawn in their game of money, power, and glory. "You talk lots about God Freedom comes from the call But that's not what this bitch wants Not what I want at all I want money, power and glory" *This is a modern alternate universe. I don't claim to have an intensive knowledge of mafia/mob life but I do my best to do my research. There may be some inconsistencies between real life organized crime and what is depicted in the story. Just have an open mind and have fun with it! ** this is a story for 18+ people!

On paper they were absolutely perfect together. So, of course, when he needed a fake girlfriend, she was the obvious choice. The plan was foolproof. There was only one tiny little problem. They didn't like each other. ☆☆☆ -short chapters -some social media -not your usual love story

A real stormtrooper has no room for Sympathy A real stormtrooper is an extension of the First Order...Nothing less. *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•* "Underneath all the enhancement and brain washing there is still a human behind this weapon they built me to become... or at least I hope." *KYLO REN FANFICTION* MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

He slips off a glove and takes my chin in his fingertips. A strange surge of electricity erupts where his skin touches mine, a connection I've never felt before. "I'm showing mercy, something I rarely do. So do as I say, and I will continue to do so. I don't want to have to hurt you, there's something about you that keeps me from doing so. Perhaps a gut feeling, or something of the sort. Don't make me change my mind. I'll be back later tonight."

(Adam Driver as your Best Friend's Dad AU) Your POV *** '-luscious black locks sweeping just above his shoulders (which are broad as fuck by the way) -dark warm eyes that I could drown in -defined nose of a Greek friggin GOD -pouty plump red lips that can be pulled into the CUTEST smile -groomed to perfection with and without facial hair -toned arms that flex with each move -rudely large hands that get thrown around when he talks -massive chest that rises and falls when he breathes -thick thighs that deadass save lives -And I know damn well he's gotta be packing *** The list repeated in your mind as you imagined him, your best friend's dad, on your way to her, your best friend... at their house.' - - - - - Author's Note: This is just a fun fic with some fluff, a little discourse and eventual smut. I don't claim to know Adam Driver at all, just a fan writing fiction. This is very much an 18+ so 👁👁 you've been warned. Hope you enjoy 💫

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

In a world where war is constantly raging, there are still the lucky few who manage to live without the interference of violence. Mostly business owners and artists find themselves living in the shadows of conflict, far away from the reach of the physical fighting. A music composer finds herself in quite a similar situation, but almost everything changes with one simple request for music.