I Have You (WWE Fanfic)
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  • Parts 3
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  • Reads 1,027
  • Votes 51
  • Parts 3
  • Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Jan 05, 2016
Mature
Dean Ambrose. A man who hates and blames everything on himself. He's arrogant and is an absolute jerk. He hates everything and everyone except his friends. 

Nikki Bella. A woman who loves. She might be the bad girl on television, but in reality she's a sweetheart. She loves her friends, family, fans, and foes. 

After getting stuck on an elevator and storyline together, they discover that they dont have much in common. That putting them together made no sense. Yet it felt right. Like something sparked out of nowhere.  A man with all the love from the world and a woman hated for her image. Together. But no matter what happens, whether they hate each other or not.

They have each other.
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47 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.