"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

He licks his lips, staring at me in the mirror. "You cut my shit right I'll pay you two bands, if not den I'm not payin." " Three bands, for doubting me and for being an ass. If I fuck up, I'll pay you for wasting your time." I added, putting my own spin on the deal. He shook his head, lifting his head lazily, " Nah, that's not how this works sweetheart. I made you a deal, and I don't negotiate eitha." I chuckled, grabbing my hair tie and putting my locs in a ponytail. " Then I guess you better find another shop to do your hair," He sighed, " You real stubborn, you know that?" I crossed my arms, " No, I just put money where my mouth is. Maybe you should do the same,"

When I'm with you, life is worth living.

"You are here for one purpose, and that purpose is your womb, you'll bear me many children." "Understood husband."

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"Fuck it." He muttered. Reid smashed his lips onto mine, his hands wandering into my hair. I moaned into the kiss, causing him to pick me up and slam my body against the wooden walls of the warehouse. "You're mine." He growled as he bit down on my plump bottom lip, devouring me. - Claire has always been called "too crazy" and "deranged." What happens when she meets her match, the most feared gang leader in the North, Reid Braxton?

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Michael is a grudge holding Mafia leader, who rarely shares his emotions with anyone. Jenny is a neglected wife, who's only wish is to have the affection of her husband again. Will Jenny and Michael make it out over troubled water or will they perish and sink?

I stroll up to him, tracing his jaw with my gun. He smirks at me. I grin. "What do you want, Isaac?" I ask, circling him, keeping the gun against him as I drew it across his chest. He shivers. "You. You know I want you." He grabs my arm, halting me. I lean down, getting so close to his face, I can feel his breath fanning my lips as I brought the gun to his temple. "Then take me." His eyes dance with that crazy look I've become familiar with. "Gladly." Aliza Harrison has always been a bit on the crazy side. Destroying her doll at age 8 for being creepy as hell with a butcher knife. Cutting a classmate for telling her what to do with scissors at age 11. Just don't fuck with her. Period. Isaac Black has been through so much it's messed him up a little... ...a lot and he wants payback. When two psychos meet, what will spark? With a boy who lost his ability to feel and a girl who displays her emotions on her sleeve. Opposites, but the same. And a secret bigger than the both of them, hiding in their mist.