"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

She was different from other girls and he was a typical jock. ---------- "Fuck you, Horan", I cuss. "You fuck me", he says. "I'm not even sure if you have a penis", I smirk.

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

Sometimes I feel as if I should receive an award for staying strong for so long. When it becomes almost habit to fake a smile everyday and to hardly ever cry no matter how awful I feel is tough. I make it through though. It's life. I feel like crying is a sign of weakness. I guess that's why I hardly ever cry in front of people or even alone for that matter. Only a few people can see the sorrow deep in my eyes. I hide it with laughter and a smile everyday. I'm good at hiding my true feelings and that's not always a good thing. I tend to bottle up my feelings until I burst. I either yell, scream, and fight or I just sit alone and cry for hours. I've only cracked to one person and she is my best friend. She's always been there for me and is like the little sister I never had, but always wanted. No one else has gotten through me yet. I don't know if anyone ever will either. Maybe someday ill find someone that can make my sorrow and pain go away. Maybe someday ill find someone who loves me for me. Maybe someday is sooner than I expect. Maybe it's right around the corner. Can she find love? Will that love be what she expects? Find out in The Bad Boy by bellebug23. Don't steal my story! This is 100% mine. If you find someone that stole it please report them to me after ranting them out and also reporting them! Thank you and enjoy:)*COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @bellebug23©

"Who are you sending Nudes to?" my best friend Louis asked me. "I don't know." I told him. The truth is I really don't know who I've been sending nudes to. "Are you crazy or something? This could be some type of perv who trying to get in your pants" "He isn't.I just know he isn't. At least I hope he isn't." "So do you only send him nudes or does he send you nudes too?" Louis curiosity got the best of him. "He sends me nudes too." I smiled remembering the images he sends me. "And do you like them?" "Yup." Who ever this person is their sexy as hell. "Do you even know their name at least?" "Well I only know their middle name James."

Violet is a usually quiet, book loving girl with a fable for online book blogs, tattoos and obsessing over Cole Sprouse and Dylan O'Brien while dealing with stress and anxiety. Niall is known for his skill in bed but also his reputation to break hearts like a stone breaks glass and his parties. No one ever misses his parties. Violet doesn't really like Niall but what when he starts trying to come closer? High School is a great place to experiment and find love. - I trace my hand down his hard chest, over the inked skin and over his abdomen, until I reach his belt. My fingers lock around the slightly cold metal clasp. I bite my lip, breathing steadily. He sucks in a deep breath, tensing under my touch. I look up at him and bring my lips to his ear, quickly letting them graze his earlobe. "You're too easy, Horan", I mumble, as I let go of his belt and push him away with a smirk on my face.

" He said he was scared of commitment, but he had tattoos all over his skin. I guess he didn't see me as a work of art. Or maybe he didn't think the pain was worth it. " © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder (@calumcamel on Wattpad or @tintedhes on Twitter).

In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)

How can something so wrong, feel so right?

The third book of The Vampire Mate series. It's been over a week since Queen Kristy Horan had been kidnapped. Niall has lost all hope in finding her. He fears that he will never get to see his daughter Violet ever again. "Do you think I will ever get my memories back?" "Only time will tell."