"How could you ever love someone who causes you so much pain?" This is the continuation of "The Chase"

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)

Josephine Marie Laken is a girl who just wants to be the perfect daughter to her parents. She craves to bring home perfect grades, even though it stresses her out to no ends. When she agrees to tutor a student in History as a favor to Mr. Harbors, that will also help raise her grade, she didn't know just what she was getting into. And she wondered; if I did know how everything would go from there on, would I have changed anything? Or would I have walked straight down the road of ruins anyways?

"7:15, that's our time."

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

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"I fucking love you."

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...