When a boy and a girl meets, they become friends, then probably fall in love, then comes the ‘I love you’s and then maybe, just maybe, they end up getting married. In this case, what if a criminal, who’s capable of killing people with only one hand, meets an innocent girl who doesn’t even dare to kill ants? Well, a lot of things can happen, especially if they’re both total opposites. Harry and Violet are total opposites of each other, but they do have one thing in common; they both hate life. Of course, they quickly click together like how negative and positive magnets attract. Then again, where is the fun in the relationship without cupid? When cupid decides to join in the relationship, he twists it around into a game; a game of love and escape. "I dream of escape but never try." [TRAILER ON THE SIDE] Fan Fiction #10 / Teen Fiction #26

(I was a literal child when I wrote this and it is A LOT lmao read at ur own risk gat damn.) He watched her. He waited for her. He longed for her. The innocence she held was all he thought about. He was obsessed with her, and he had enough demonic power within him to claim her... Every part of her. His evil was worse than the very confinements of the Devils mind. He was evil. And she was light. But in the end, he would learn that it wasn't her body he wanted anymore. It was her love. And that would leave them damned for all eternity. A beautiful eternity. ©All rights reserved @goofygooberya {going through editing bc holy shit 14 yr old Izzy was a wreck}

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

[COMPLETED] "Why do you always stare at me?" "B-Because You're B-Beau-tiful." Violet was the shy girl Harry loved to draw. Harry was the stuttering boy Violet fell in love with. © londonstars

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. we can't escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.