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NEW STORY!

Summary: A mafia princess on the run from her past falls right into the laps of the SAMCRO motorcycle club and Jax Teller. Will Jax use her for the club's gain or make her his old lady?

Rated: NC-17

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘Sons of Anarchy’ Jax wouldn't be six feet under right now. That show belongs to the FX network. I also do not own General Hospital. That one belongs to ABC/Disney. If I owned the show, Sonny would be with either Alexis or Emily... and, you know, Emily wouldn't be dead. Why do all my favorite characters have to freakin' die?!

Status: In-progress

READ IT HERE: https://www.quotev.com/story/10274546/A-Princess-in-Charming

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Story Updates!

The following stories have been updated:

Blue Bird (Prince Harry)

Convincing Nona (Criminal Minds, Reid/OFC)

Principessa Diana (Criminal Minds, Rossi/OFC)

Once Upon a Different Time (OUAT, EvilCharming)

Eden’s Crush (Leland Chapman/OFC)

No Greater Duty (JC Chasez/OFC)

Not Yours, Not Mine, but Ours (Shemar Moore/OFC)

Wrong Number (Duane Lee Chapman/OFC)

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Story Announcement!

Due to the large number of updates I do on a regular basis and the fact that I post to multiple story archives, new chapters of stories will no longer be posted here. I will let everyone know when new chapters are posted and will link to them. One-shots will continue to be posted here. I will update the Master List in the next few days so that all of the stories link to a reading archive.

I’m sorry if this upsets people but there really isn’t enough time in the day for me to post chapters here when most of my readers are located on other sites. 

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Demons Closing In

Summary: Leland Chapman was having a very weird Halloween. To understand his story, you'd have to rewind time twenty-four hours to when he met a woman named Rainn Cameo.

Rated: Teen

Disclaimer: I do not know Leland Chapman and Rainn Cameo is a product of my overactive imagination. This story never happened.

Disclaimer II: 'Thriller' is copyright © the late, great Michael Jackson.

Status: COMPLETE

“Dakota, you really think this girl can help me find my guy?” Leland waved the slip of paper on which was written an address located in the Waipio area. “This is really out of my way and I don't have time to waste on a bad lead.”

“Dad, I've known Rainn since elementary school. She's honest and she knows this guy. Her senior year was last year and he was always picking her up. If she knows where you can find him, she'll tell you.” Dakota was packing up his bookbag as he spoke. “Oh, I'll be home late tomorrow night. Matt's having a Halloween party,” the eighteen-year-old informed his father.

“Alright,” Leland nodded and pocketed his wallet. “Just keep your phone on so I can reach you if I need to.”

WAIPIO VALLEY

ONE HOUR LATER

It had taken Leland almost twenty minutes just to find the girl's house. It sat on Waipio's famous black sand beach and was hidden by tropical foliage. It was the small but expensive kind of beach house that was usually owned by the wealthy/celebrities as a winter home. Why would someone who lived somewhere this nice run with an ice head?

The door was opened almost immediately after he knocked and Leland found himself face-to-face with a knockout. The young woman was short and curvy and had bright violet eyes that were highlighted by her fire red hair and sapphire nose stud. “Rainn Cameo?”

The young woman nodded. “That would be me, Mr. Chapman.”

“Leland, please.” Leland had to mentally kick his own ass and remind himself that he was old enough to be the girl's father. She was friends with his oldest son for pete's sake!

Rainn stepped aside to allow him room to enter. “Dakota texted me and told me you were coming. I was able to find a picture of Stephen for you.” She led him into her living room and grabbed a photograph off of the steampunk style coffee table. She handed it to him. “It was taken last summer.”

“Do you know if he still looks like this?” Leland waved the photograph while trying to keep his eyes off of her very full chest.

“He's about thirty pounds lighter now.” Rainn crossed her arms over her chest. She looked truly worried.

“You seem like a nice girl so I have to ask – how do you know this guy, Rainn?” Leland asked just to appease his own curiosity.

“Stephen's my cousin.” Rainn took a seat on the couch and grabbed a pad and pen off of the coffee table. “Our parents co-own a film production company and, like most rich kids, we both like pissing off our folks. I do it by writing underground comics for Last Gasp Comics and Stephen does it by smoking ice.” She scribbled something on the pad before ripping the page off and handing it to him. “Here, this is his best friend's address in Hilo. It's the only place I would know to look for him. My number's on the bottom if you have any more questions.”

“Thank you.” Leland folded up the paper and stuck it in his pocket with the photograph. He borrowed her pen and on the bottom of a wanted poster wrote his phone number. “If you hear from Stephen or find out where he is, call me, day or night.”

THE NEXT NIGHT

HALLOWEEN

Leland pulled up to a raging house party at a little after ten with Duane Lee in the SUV behind him providing his only backup. Rainn had texted him a half hour earlier telling him that Stephen was there.

As Leland and Duane Lee entered the house, they had to shove a path through drunk teenagers while Michael Jackson blared from the sound system.

“It's close to midnight,

And something evil's lurking in the dark.

Under the moonlight,

You see a sight that almost stops your heart.

You try to scream,

But terror takes the sound before you make it.

You start to freeze,

As horror looks you right between the eyes,

You're paralyzed...”

“Thriller,” Leland snorted. “How original.”

The two men pushed their way to the back den where they were in no way prepared for the sight that awaited them. Their elusive fugitive sat on the couch with his hands in front of him, zip ties had been used to construct an impromptu pair of handcuffs. Rainn sat perched on the armrest of the couch dressed as Supergirl and Dakota (of all people) stood guard over Stephen dressed as a 1980's-era Dee Snyder.

“Well, this is new.” Duane Lee quipped.

“He found out that I texted you and was trying to leave so Dakota stopped him,” Rainn looked at Leland and explained.

“Good job, son.” Leland nodded approvingly.

“Thanks, pops. Can I take off now? I kinda have a date waiting on me.” Dakota jerked his head towards the door.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Leland, do you mind if I ride with you to drop him off?” Rainn asked, nodding towards Stephen. “I wanna talk to him.”

“Sure, honey, come on.”

Duane Lee went back to the office to complete the night's paperwork while Leland handled the fugitive drop off. It was one of the most uncomfortable drives he had ever taken. Poor Rainn. She tried to engage her cousin in conversation the whole ride but Stephen had simply called her a traitor before refusing to talk to or even look at her.

Rainn waited in the car while Leland booked Stephen into jail. When he returned to the Hummer, his heart broke when he found Supergirl crying in the passenger seat. Was it wrong that all he wanted to do was hold her? Not grope or fuck her (okay, so he kinda wanted to do that too), he just wanted to take her pain away. “Rainn, honey, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.” He couldn't resist reaching out and brushing some of her pretty red hair behind her ear.

“You don't understand,” she said as she shook her head. “My parents don't give a shit about me. Did you know that I was the youngest comic writer ever invited to host their own panel at Comic-Con and my parents didn't even take notice? Stephen is all I have.”

“Fuck, baby... that isn't true.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You have Dakota and I know he has your back. I raised him to be loyal.”

“Urgh!” Rainn suddenly pulled away from him angrily. “Just what I need, another reminder that you're one of my best friend's fathers! I get it, Leland! I'm not ever going to get what I want!”

“You want me?” Leland asked in shock. No fucking way. This wasn't possible. He wasn't this lucky.

“Duh!” Rainn yelled.

Leland couldn't help himself, he reached out and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her to him so he could claim her mouth in a hungry kiss.

When they parted, Rainn screamed in terror. Looking out the window, Leland saw why. They were surrounded by zombies...

Leland sat up in bed with a start, waking his young wife.

“Baby, what's wrong?” she asked.

It was just a dream. A bizarre dream that was probably driven by 'The Walking Dead' marathon that he had had with Cobie before bed. “Nothing, honey, just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.” He pulled her to lay on his chest, right where his girl belonged.

“Love you, Leland.” She kissed his chest before drifting back off to sleep.

“Love you, Rainn.” He dropped a kiss to the top of her head and held her just a little bit tighter, thankful that she wasn't a dream.

FINIS

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10 Reasons Why the Internet is No Longer Allowed at Hogwarts: Reason # 3

“Um... Professor Snape?” Neville Longbottom nervously approached the desk.

“What is it, Longbottom?” Snape growled, making the boy jump.

“Have you ever heard of the Weekly World News?”

Oh no. Yes, Severus had heard of it. It was a silly muggle magazine that published rubbish articles about alien abductions and two-headed demon babies. Complete and utter trash is what it was.

“Yes, why?” he asked the boy suspiciously.

“I get it delivered for a bit of a laugh,” Neville shrugged, “but this month, I recognized the new reporter.” He handed over a copy of the magazine and Severus recognized the name of the reporter as well.

***THE SEARCH FOR THE BLIBBERING HUMDINGER BY LUNA LOVEGOOD***

“Luna's been using e-mail to send in the magazine articles.”

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Abbotts Creek: Chapter Nine

We arrived in Gatlinburg, Tennessee two and a half hours later. Nestled in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, most of the town's main strip was designed to be a tourist trap. It was littered with small shops, chain motels, mini-golf courses, and a Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum. Zak drove us past all of this, to the more deserted part of town where most of Gatlinburg's residents lived. His small cabin sat right at the base of a small mountain and was the only residence on this street.

“So, are you the Unabomber in your free time?” I joked as he opened my door and gave me a hand out of the jeep. “Why buy a place that's so secluded?”

“It's nice to get away from it all sometimes,” Zak said as he grabbed our bags in one hand and wrapped his other around my waist to lead me to the front door. “Plus, the Ripley's museum is pretty bad ass, they have Dillinger's death mask, and I figured one day I might have an anti-social girlfriend that might appreciate the solitude,” he joked as we climbed the steps and he dropped his arm from my waist to dig out his keys to unlock the door.

“Very funny.” I glared at him as he pushed open the door and stepped aside to let me enter first.

“I thought so.” He lightly smacked my ass as I walked past him.

I squealed and spun around to face him in shock. “Zak! What the hell?!” He had never touched me like that before.

Zak dropped our bags by the door before quickly closing and locking it. Chore completed, he started advancing on me like he was a nineteenth century outlaw and I was a train full of gold. Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine and he had me pinned on my back on the black leather couch. When he finally broke the kiss, I was left panting for breath. “Have I ever told you how fucking sexy you are?” he asked against my lips. “That first night, seeing you in nothing but that Kurt Cobain t-shirt... fuck... you have no idea what I wanted to do to your delectable little body. He nuzzled his nose against the skin of my neck before laying a kiss on my pulse point.

The combination of his words and his actions sent an involuntary shiver down my spine and drew a small moan from my lips.

“When do you think you'll be ready for me, baby?” Zak brought a hand up to lightly caress the side of one of my breasts over the fabric of my shirt. Oh, he did not play fair. “I'm not trying to rush you and I'll wait as long as you need me to but you have no idea how badly I want you, Persephone.” Nope. Not fair AT ALL.

“My body says tonight,” I chuckled. “But my heart and my mind are waiting for something else.” I nervously chewed on my bottom lip. I really didn't want to have to explain further.

“What are they waiting for, baby?” He kissed me softly.

I turned my head away and refused to answer.

“Hey,” he said as he caught my chin and gently turned my head to make me look at him. “I'm sorry if I came on too strong. I already told you that I'm dominant and possessive but I haven't been able to act on it with your grandma and Willow around. Having you alone like this... it kinda came spilling out.”

I actually laughed at his apology. “That's not it, babe.” Had I just called him babe? “I actually like this side of you.” I assured him because it was the truth.

“Come on, baby, talk to me.” He leaned down and rubbed his nose against mine. “Tell me what you need.”

I took a deep breath before saying, “you.”

“You have me, Persephone, exclusively. You know that.” He gazed down at me in confusion.

“No, ALL of you.” I prayed that he would decode the meaning of my words so that I wouldn't have to say the words out loud.

Zak seemed to think over what I said for a moment before a look of understanding dawned on his handsome face. “You need me to love you.” He reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. “We have to love each other.”

Relieved that he understood what I was saying, I simply nodded.

A big grin came over his face and he leaned down for a quick kiss before saying, “well, I don't know about you, baby, but we're at least halfway there because... I love you, Persephone.”

“WHAT?!” I sat up so quickly at his words that I accidentally pushed Zak off the couch and he landed on the hardwood floor with a thump.

“Ow...”

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The Mafia Don’s Daughter: Chapter Ten

“Come on, ladybug, please stop crying.”

Elliot watched from the couch as Avery paced the floor of the living room with Sadie in her arms. It was nearing ten and the baby just wouldn't stop crying no matter what his girl did. Finally, he decided to intervene. He got to his feet and went and took the child from Avery's arms. Sitting on the couch, he nodded for her to take a seat beside him which she did. Cradling Sadie in the crook of his arm, his arm supported by a pillow, he began to run calming circles on the baby's stomach. Within five minutes she had stopped crying and was fast asleep.

When Avery saw that Sadie was asleep, she got to her feet and took her from Elliot's arms. She nodded towards her bedroom as a way of telling him to follow her... which he happily did.

In the bedroom, Avery laid Sadie in the portable crib before falling back to lay on the bed. “My niece hates me,” she complained softly.

Trying not to get distracted by the way her punk USMC sleep shirt rode up and exposed her toned stomach, he took a seat on the bed and leaned over her, one hand beside her head. “She does not. She just misses her parents. Babies know when something's not right.”

Avery reached up and stroked his cheek. “How did you get so good with babies anyway?”

Elliot turned his head and kissed her palm. “I'm the oldest of six. I used to have to look after my younger brothers and sisters a lot.” He leaned down and stole a quick kiss. “Get in bed, baby.” He pulled away and ordered gently.

Avery crawled under the covers as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing except a pair of baggy grey sweatpants. Elliot tried not to smirk smugly when he noticed her avert her gaze from his chest as he climbed in to join her in the big bed. He scooted up to mold his front to her back and wrapped his arm snugly around her waist, nuzzling his nose against her neck. He was in heaven. The couch didn't allow him to hold her this intimately or this comfortably.

“Did you see how fast Kim hightailed it out of here after we told her about Jax?” Avery's voice rang out in the darkness of the bedroom.

Elliot had to hold back a laugh. His girl was so nervous that she was choosing random topics to try and make forced conversation. Where had his reality star, sex kitten gone? This was the same woman who designed clothes that could make Britney Spears blush. He had seen inside her closet. He pulled back, sat up, and gently turned her to lay on her back so he could see her in the moonlight shining down from the skylight. “Relax, baby.” He reached up and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “This isn't the first time we've gone to sleep together and it's also not the last.” That was for damn sure.

“I know,” Avery was speaking so softly that Elliot had to strain to hear her. “But it's also the first place we've gone to sleep together that... we'll do other things later.”

Elliot couldn't tell in the dark but he would bet his life that his girl was blushing scarlet red after making that admission. The alpha male inside of him was both roaring... and laughing because he knew that she was wrong. One day in the future he would have her on the couch too. Avery was the kind of woman that you enjoyed everywhere, not just in the bedroom. “I love you, ya know,” he found himself admitting.

He felt his girl freeze underneath him for a moment before she nodded her head and smiled. “I know.”

She wasn't ready to say it back yet and that was fine. It was understandable even, given everything that was going on around her. He hadn't said it to hear it back. He had said it because he wanted her to know it.

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The Rapper and the Princess: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Marshall's best friend, Shemar, and his wife, Scotland (or Scotty as she asked to be called) arrived the next afternoon with their three kids in tow. Emma got to briefly meet them before she had to return to work at Kensington Palace. She and Harry had a meeting with event organizers to go over final plans for the Invictus Games.

It was after the meeting, when she was alone in her office waiting for Marshall to pick her up that she got an unexpected visit from Kate. Emma was shocked when she laid eyes on the younger woman. Kate's normally perfect makeup was smudged and her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Instead of her normal designer cocktail dress, she was wearing jeans and a St. Andrews sweatshirt. In her hand, she held a portable CD player. “Your fiance really hates me,” she said miserably.

“What are you on about now?” Emma rolled her eyes. If Kate was just now figuring out that Marshall wasn't her biggest fan, she really was an idiot.

Kate didn't respond verbally, she just handed over the CD player.

Emma took it and put the earbuds in her ears and pressed play. What she heard was a track that she hoped that Marshall had no intention of ever releasing to the public because it had scandal written all over it.

“You think you're so amazing

Your marriage makes you a star.

Not tryin' to be mean,

Wait,

Fuck it, yes I am!

I got myself a real Queen,

And you don't even know who the fuck you are!

You talk and like Paris' lil fuckin' dog you yap,

You never shut your whore trap!

My lady puts real power in her words,

And you're just a lazy princess,

Your work ethic for the fuckin' birds!

You hide behind a fake smile.

Designer gear,

And havin' the Golden Child.

You know the truth,

Have for a while.

Out of the two of you,

Baby Girl's the real deal,

That knowledge ain't nothin fuckin' new.

You tear her down,

Make her feel unwanted.

When you've known all along,

Bitch, you're the one who's unwanted,

And Baby Girl and Red are protectin' your unearned fuckin crown!”

Emma took the earbuds out of her ears... and had no idea what to say.

“Do you think this is the life that I wanted for myself?” Kate took a seat on the office's sofa. “When I was a little girl, I wanted to be an art historian and work at the British Museum or the Louvre.” She sighed and ran a hand over her face. “Then I met William at university and I fell in love with him. I couldn't give him up. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, marrying into this family... but I didn't. The whole world expects me to be Diana but I'm not her!” The Duchess broke down in tears. “I'm Kate! A normal girl from Berkshire!”

Emma had never really thought of the situation from Kate's perspective. She had been born into the royal family, Kate had been thrust into it. Her behavior was a knee-jerk reaction to a world that she didn't fully understand, a world that was still desperately clinging to the memory of her late aunt. Emma actually felt sorry for her. She suddenly saw the parallels between Kate and Diana. Her aunt had also been ill-prepared for life in the royal family... that's why she had eventually fled and her life had ended tragically in a Paris tunnel. Emma didn't want to see anything like that happen ever again. She decided to extend a long overdue olive branch. “It's okay to ask for help or advice, you know.” She set the CD player on the coffee table and took a seat next to Kate. “You don't have to act like a stuck-up bitch to protect yourself. No one in this family expects your to be Diana. Bloody hell, no one expected Diana to be Diana,” she chuckled. “That one kind of took on a life of its own. We may be royal but we're still a family and family looks out for each other... and that includes you.”

Kate wiped a few tears away before turning to look at her. “I'm sorry,” she told her sincerely.

“So am I.” Emma nodded, tearing up a bit. “I saw what Aunt Diana went through when I was a kid. I should have known that you were having a rough go of it.”

“I should have said something,” Kate countered.

“Family?” Emma smiled.

“Family,” Kate agreed before leaning forward for a hug.

The women pulled apart when they heard a snapping sound.

At some point, Marshall had joined them. He was standing next to the coffee table holding the pieces of what was left of the CD from the player. “That was the only copy,” he informed Kate.

“You're not as big of a git as I thought you were.” Kate actually smiled at him.

“And you're not as big of a bitch as I thought you were.” Marshall shrugged.

Emma had a feeling this was the two of them calling a truce.

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Only Pennywise meme that makes me laugh as opposed to curl up in the fetal position in fear.

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Just sharing my childhood (and adult)fear for Halloween. Nope. Haven't seen the new movie...and YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!!

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Happy Halloween 2017! Holy crap that rhymes this year!

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I miss this goofball. Loved watching what he was doing behind Obama during the State of the Union. He was like America's goofy uncle.

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