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...

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

"I am the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved." Layla Scott is on the run. She changes her name, chops off her long locks, and takes out all the money in her savings account to move across the world. Layla is doing whatever it takes to start over and she intends to never be found. But, a pesky neighbor proves that flying under the radar is harder than she had hoped. Harry Styles is trying to stay afloat. He works constantly to pay off debts and support his family, but finds himself instantly intrigued by the recluse that moves in next door during the dead of night. He makes it his personal mission to uncover the secrets Layla is hiding and undo the damage that has been done; even if she is determined to push him away. But, they'll both learn that sometimes, you have to save yourself. WARNING: Sexual, violent, and abusive content. Also subject to cuteness overload and feels.

Crazed: (verb)- wildly insane or excited. He just wanted her to feel affection like he feels towards her, but she only wanted to run from fear. The door flung open, only to see a sight I'll never forget. Bright blood dripped down the masked man's arm, as he drug a paintbrush through it, creating streaks on his skin. A large empty canvas sat in front of him, some of his blood smeared across it, going in different directions. I shut the door closed not wanting to see further, my heart painfully beating. "Damn it, mouse!" Run. WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes, such as: use of violence, deranged thoughts, and scenes. If one is not comfortable with the following list, I do not recommend you to read. If you do read, please remember it's supposed to be a horror, and contain things like these. All Rights Reserved to xAlyOmax, 2015 ©

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

[COMPLETED] * currently editing asset • noun a useful or valuable thing or person. A sociopath mafia member who is far too good at his job, and a girl who never wanted to be a part of it, but somehow always would be. ©lonelyari 2020

[Completed] WILL EVENTUALLY UNDERGO MAJOR EDITING A relationship based on lies is sure to be anything but successful. For Harry, lies seem to be the only thing he can contribute with the intention of keeping Riley safe and unharmed from who he really is. But in the end, his lies are proven to be not what kept her from the pain, but what brought her closer to it. ©copyright 2014 by ComplicatedStyles

Alex Parks had always wanted to be a good person with a normal life. Then a rude, temperamental violent boy entered it and threw everything out of her control. Car chases, fights, family betrayal, love, and concealed secrets will all be unraveled, putting Alex in the spotlight she never wanted in the first place. :~:~: Fanfiction - #3 Action - #9 © Copyright 2014 luver_of_niall317

In a town full of notorious gangs, it’s a choice between two. “You’re either with us or against us, it’s your choice.” What happens when one day Ava bumps into Harry Styles, leader of ‘Caged’ gang, will her world be turned upside down or will her life be changed forever.