Their Secrets, Their Love *on hold*

Their Secrets, Their Love *on hold*

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Pollyanna: I am, the secret daughter of a mafia boss. I am, the girl who witnessed murders. I am, the girl who is broken but together. I am, inexperienced. I am, scared. I am, person with anxiety disorder. Dylan: I am, a professional MMA fighter. I am, the guy who fucks and dumps. I am, a so called he-slut. I am, broken but temporarily fixed. I am, the guy you should be afraid of. I am, the guy you don't want you daughter to meet. When Pollyanna flies out to Vegas for her father's next wedding, she expected it to be easy breezy and go like all the others did. But when the hotel double books the presidential suite, Dylan, a playboy fighter, is thrown into her life and refuses to leave. Dylan has sex every night, while Pollyanna has nightmares. She is persistent at keeping him away but he will soon demand her attention. What will happen with the mob daughter and the professional-playboy-fighter? Will her father allow it? Will Dylans demons get in the way?
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ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

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