Chicago Pd Fanfiction Jay And Hailey

An anonymous girl is seen running away from men who are behind her like wolves, amidst the darkness of the valley and the gleaming moon. Panting, gasping for breath she reached for her shield huffing. As she saw his silhouette she felt relieved and started to run to him to find warmth in his embrace. As she stepped closer to him, the men stopped. Suddenly she heard his voice which made her steps stall and her heart crack. "Stop! Don't come near me" She felt her bleeding heart slashed by his stern words. She expected his comfort to surround her and his love to transcend her plight, but neither happened. Eventually, her demons overcame her as her feet began to give way. Her bruised body started to feel twice the pain as before. "You don't trust me" she muttered and let the darkness lull her to sleep. It's difficult to say what led her to give up: the same distrust from her loved ones twice, or the fact that she was the favorite victim of all the bad luck. ****** Hailey is a nerd, anti-social and awkward. Her striking orbs were hidden behind rimmed spectacles and her curvy figure was hidden behind her oversized hoodies. During high school, she was the most famous person in college. What changed? Enter Mark Anderson, the hottest guy in college. Girls swoon over him and boys envy him but does he give a damn? Naa! He isn't a playboy or a bookworm. He is just the man of dreams. His plan is simple. He is saving himself for the queen of his heart. His parents were his role models. Their love was the ideal example for him and he wanted something like that. Magical. What happens when they meet? ******

"You are.. hurting...me...Saheer... please...leave...me..." I cried while trying hard to get free from his jaw breaking grip..... "Why? Huh? Tell me fucking why were you hugging that bastard?!" He yelled while tightening his grip over my jaw... His eyes were pitch black.... just like a devil..... "He....he is....my.... friend...."I Said with difficulty... "YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD ANY MALE FRIENDS ISABELL! I WARNED YOU BEFORE!" He shouted while throwing me on the floor.... Before I could do anything I was again grabbed by him and was pinned against a nearby wall... "WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND LOVE?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I TRUSTED YOU AND ALLOWED YOU TO COMPLETE YOUR STUDIES BEFORE OUR MARRIAGE! BUT YOU BROKE MY TRUST! WHY DID YOU?!!" he yelled... "I WILL NEVER MARRY A DEVIL LIKE YOU! YOU ARE A DEVIL!" Was all I could say... "YES I AM A DEVIL! AND I WILL SHOW YOU THAT! YOU WILL HAVE TO MARRY ME ISABELL! YOU WILL BE MY WIFE! YOU ARE MINE ISABELL! ONLY MINE!" He said and crushed his lips upon mine. Her soul was pure... His soul was tainted.... She was innocent.... He was anything but innocent... His soul was dark as the devil....He was thirsty for love.... He was craving for love..... And then he found her.... He found his angel and decided to make her his.... **** Isabell shifted to Chicago with her parents , she is a 17 year's old teenager... She is naive..she never had a boyfriend nor did she kissed anyone...She is a simple girl and leads a normal life until the day she met Mr Saheer Khan a mysterious Billionaire who claims to love her....Isabell never thought that she would be taken away by a man She knew nothing about. Her normal life was having nothing normal in it now....

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

Noong tinanong ako ng aking ama kung sino ang gusto ko pakasalan para sa kapakanan ng alyansa ng aming pamilya, iba ang pinili ko sa buhay na ito. Hindi ko na pinili si Leonardo Vittorio. Sa halip, pinili ko ang nakatatanda niyang kapatid, si Ivan Vittorio. Mukhang naguluhan ang ama ko. Alam nga naman ng lahat sa Chicago na lumaki kami ng magkasama ni Leonardo. Sampung taon ko siyang hinahabol. Bilang nakatatandang anak na babae ng pamilya Lucien, matagal ng nakaukit ang pangalan ko sa tabi ng kanyang pangalan para sa listahan ng mga arranged marriage. Naniniwala na ang pagsasama namin ay nakatadhana. Habang inaalala ang nakaraan kong buhay, pinilit ko ngumiti ng mapait. Dati, pinakasalan ko si Leonardo tulad ng matagal ko ng hinihiling. Pero makalipas ang aming kasal, hindi niya ako ginalaw kahit isang beses. Ang akala ko may sakit siyang hindi niya masabi at nagpakahirap ako na pagtakpan siya. Sa ika-anim na anibersaryo ng aming kasal ko nalaman ng buksan ko ng hindi inaasahan ang kahadeyero niya. Sa loob, may maayos na litrato niya kasama ang ampon na babae na nagmakaawa ako sa ama ko na ampunin. Sa mga litratong iyon, may dalawang taong gulang na batang lalaki din–ang anak nila. Masaya silang pamilya ng tatlo. Doon ko napagtanto sa mga oras na iyon. Hindi sa may sakit siya. Hindi niya inisip na asawa niya ako. Para mapalayas ako, nagplano sila ng ampon kong kapatid para ako’y patayin. Ngayon at nabigyan ako ng ikalawang pagkakataon, pinili ko na ibigay sa kanila ang blessing ko. Pero noong naglakad ako sa simbahan suot ang aking wedding dress, habang nakapatong ang braso ko sa braso ni Ivan, pumasok si Leonardo bigla ng may dalang baril. Mukha siyang baliw at wala sa kontrol. “Madeline!” Paos ang boses niya at halos maputol. “Ang lakas ng loob mo?”

Lorsque mon père m'a demandé quel homme je choisirais pour un mariage arrangé, dans cette nouvelle vie, je n'ai pas choisi Léonardo. J'ai opté pour son frère aîné : Ivan Vittorio. Mon père a été étonné de ma réponse. Après tout, tout Chicago savait que Léonardo et moi étions des amis d'enfance et que je l'avais poursuivi pendant dix ans. En tant que fille aînée de la famille Leavitt, mon nom figurait déjà à côté du sien sur la liste des mariages arrangés entre les familles. Tout le monde était persuadé que notre union était écrite dans le destin. J'ai souri tristement en repensant à ma vie précédente : j'avais en effet épousé Léonardo comme je l'avais toujours voulu, mais après notre mariage, il ne m'a jamais touchée. Je pensais qu'il avait une maladie honteuse et j'avais tout fait pour la dissimuler. Jusqu'au jour de notre sixième anniversaire de mariage, où, par hasard, j'ai ouvert le coffre-fort de son bureau et découvert qu'il y avait des photos de lui avec ma sœur adoptive, celle que j'avais fait adopter par mon père. Ils avaient même un enfant illégitime de deux ans. Leur photo de famille ressemblait à celle d'un foyer heureux. Ce jour-là, j'avais compris qu'il n'avait aucune maladie honteuse, mais qu'il ne m'avait jamais considérée comme sa femme. Plus tard, pour se débarrasser de moi, il s'était allié avec ma sœur et m'avait fait tuer. Maintenant que je suis revenue dans cette nouvelle vie, j'ai choisi de les laisser vivre leur bonheur. Mais lorsque je suis entrée dans l'église, vêtue de ma robe de mariée, et que je tenais la main d'Ivan, Léonardo est arrivé en courant, armé d'un pistolet. Il m'a crié comme un fou : « Mélanie ! » Sa voix était rauque, presque déchirée, « Tu oses l'épouser ? »