Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

Elena Campbell always thought she had seen it all: the death of her little sister, the relocation of her home. Upon moving to a small, sleepy town in a foreign country, Elena discovers there's more to this world than she ever thought. When this discovery suddenly puts her life and those closest to her in peril, saving them will take courage, love, and the ultimate sacrifice.

Stranded, scared, and broken. She doesn't remember anything besides the tragic shipwreck she suffered years ago. One Direction went through similar, a plane crash, and stranded on the same land. They thought everything was over, and their lives have ended...or so they thought. Who knew there was a person already living on the island? Who knew it was only an innocent girl who has been stranded for eleven years? Who knew, that one of them was going to fall for the strange island girl? Well, no one did. ©

Harry. He's new. A small town and school like this notices him from a mile away. But why is he so different and self-reserved? His eyes turn darker than usual at times, reflexes incredulously fast, and sometimes it intrigues me. But what's this boy's deal? He seems to be hiding something...

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

Marcel Styles has never liked his life. He's quiet, nerdy and disliked by many people. "Loser!" "Nerd" "dirtbag" He gets it alot. Now returning to school, everything seems to be pretty normal. Except for the fact that Marcel is very lonely and is only known for being 'Harry's brother.' During the summer he spent much of his time inside by himself. His twin brother Harry is the coolest kid in school. Harry's tough and very protective of Marcel. Noelle Peters. She beautiful, friendly and kind but shes always with her best friend Lea Grey. Lea is rude, snobby, mean, and very unfriendly. People always say, 'opposites attract' but nobody ever understands how these two girls are best friends. "Come on ask him out, it will give you a chance to get closer to harry!" "Are you sure Lea?" "Yes c'mon Noelle!" "Ok... Umm Marcel, would you mind helping me study for my makeup test today afterschool?" "u-u-u-umm sur-r-re," Marcel thinks that she's actually into him, but sometimes things aren't what you imagine...

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

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...