"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

Back in 1963 Louis was just a normal guy, very much like you and I. He was living his life, going out with his mates, working on his bike, joining races, taking care of his little sister… the usual stuff. Until everything stopped. Until he had to leave. But not everything was resolved and he made a decision that got him to become the carrier. {AU bonus story for The Comeback}

I wouldn't be able to forget all the little things from my son. His first word. His first footstep. His first piece of hair. But the guilt is eating me away, because his father doesn't know. His father doesn't know that there is another piece of blood related to him on this Earth. Even though his father is a natural popstar. -Mia Lovenburg © COPYRIGHTED ANTONICE LEA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS MATERIAL CONTAINS FEDERAL COPYRIGHT. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE PRODUCED OR SUBMITTED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM UNTIL OTHERWISE PROVEN AND WRITTEN FORMALLY BY ANTONICE LEA. trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csd7eviUbHc&feature=youtube_gdata [[this was one of my first fanfics and well have all had that terrible fanfic so if you like my other stories dont read this bc its shit and not like my other ones. yeah so good luck if you want to, its terrible though]]

||book 1 of the akotw trilogy|| Hate, abuse, and suffering. That is the reality for 17 year old Channing Darly. She endures the abuse delivered by her stepfather, while also trying to protect her oblivious mother. In order to deal with the physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, she often finds herself turning to the blade, and taking her frustrations out on her own delicate flesh. When Channing gets the chance to meet the boys of One Direction at a local signing, she's eager and nervous to share her letters that's she's written to Niall over the past year. They develop a bond that no one seems able to explain; Channing leaves Niall with a stack of her letters, and Niall leaves Channing with the promise that he'll read them, as well as his leather bracelet to remind her that someone is thinking about her. Someone cares. Little does Channing know, that once she let's Niall into her mind and soul through her letters, he'll stop at nothing to mend her broken past. Even when she resists his advances, he lovingly kicks the walls down she's built around her heart; one kiss, one touch, and three little words at a time. They may not have known each other for long... but all they know for sure is that everything has changed... and it started with a kiss on the wrist. ||WARNING|| This story will contain sexual content, as well as many forms of abuse, including: drugs, verbal/physical/sexual abuse, and self harm. It is rated R and not intended for individuals who are underage or lack the maturity to understand such mature concepts. Also, later on, you will find some chapters have been marked as private by Wattpad because of inappropriate content-- please be sure to follow me so that you don't have any problems viewing these chapters. Feel free to watch the trailer in the media section if you need a more visual explanation as to what this story contains. <3 Mandy © 2012

"Somehow in this fucked up mess I managed to fall for you."

Kate and Zayn have always had a strong relationship since they were kids. Growing up, they tore apart bit by bit because of something that happened in the 9th grade. One day, Kate meets Zayn again at the liquor store, and again at her boyfriends party. Will they make up? Will they become more than friends?

Austin Martin, beta of her family's werewolf pack, has known about her mate fir two years. Her mate is Niall Horan of One Direction. After years of waiting she finally has a chance to meet him. She also finds about something very interesting about him and the rest of the boys.

Cute story. My fan fiction. Love one direction. Abreanna: Cute, smart funny, and is the life of the party Alycia: Smart, Popular, Very pretty, best friend of Abreanna. Zayn: Loves to sing and dance. Is Part of the boy band, "One direction" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abreannas Life is perfect. Good grades, great friends but there is one downside to her life in NY... Her ex, Jason! Abreannas life is turned upside down when she meets her mate, Zayn. Zayn: Perfect world, perfect life. Although one girl remains on his mind... Perrie... well of course, until he meets his mate, Abreanna.

(heterosexual/werewolf/one direction) fanfic between a boy named Zayn Malik, His pack, and an average girl named India Roberts... "You’re probably wondering who I am, and why I am laying on the bank of a lake in Alaska at night. My name is India Roberts, and I was on a business trip with my dad. He’s a landscape photographer; he was recently hired by some magazine to go to Alaska and take photos. Me, wanting to follow in his footsteps, tagged along. I had to beg my mother to let me join him, stupid me" India stumbles on Zayn and his pack in the wrong way