Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

How do you identify a criminal, when you don't know his face?

“I dream about her every night without fail... She's cute, funny, lovable, every thing you'd want your girlfriend to be.... I feel like I know her, The only problem is, I don't....” Liam Payne is an ordinary 20 year old who has 5 best mates. He shares his flat with Niall and Zayn and he likes to sleep a lot for one reason only, he dreams of the same girl every night with out fail and imagines her exactly the same. She makes him happy and they are a couple in his dreams. He feels like he knows her from somewhere but he can't recall where. It's scaring Liam because that is all he ever dreams about, her. It's becoming a real problem and his friends are noticing it too. What if dreams do come reality? What if fate makes Liam the happiest man alive? Will his illness interfere with the rest of his life?

Liam hates the gherkin on the burgers at McDonald's, refuses to use public restrooms and hates the way Harry dresses. But, Harry thinks he can work with that. Copyright © 2015 NarryOh_Larry [ Coming soon ]

“I can't stay here any longer. They want me to be someone that I'm not and everyday that goes by I lose a piece of myself.”

His fingers clench tightly around my cuffed wrists. "I don't know whether to murder you or fall in love with you," he whispers. I look into his iridescent green eyes. "Either way you'll cause me pain." **NOTE: story has been discontinued Atlantis94 All Rights Reserved © 2014 Cover art: @SeranadingHarry

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

❝We are surrounded by all of these lies And by people who talk too much; You got the kind of look in your eyes As if no one knows anything but us❞ 【Contains scenes of violence, barbaric language; sexual nature. 17+ only】 ©biasxlabyrinth

[warning: this was my first story, so I apologize for any mistakes, bad plot, etc.] [H.S.] : “I d-don’t believe in... Creatures like you; mythical things,” I say, suddenly feeling idiotic. I'm talking to no one, just myself, like always; yet I stutter out these words, my heart secretly wanting him here. "I only believe in things that are true." “But you, my Nyx,” a cold breeze plays with the curtains and blows a strand of hair in my face. The hairs on my arms and neck stand on end, while my heart beats feverishly in my chest. He's here. “You can feel me. You believe in my presence. Without your belief, I don't exist,” he whispers, his voice reaching the depths of my soul... ~ © Copyright 2014/2015. All rights reserved.

Based on the movie "Tom Boy" ©Ronibigstan ™ All Rights Reserved This book was written and published between 2014 and 2015. In no way does this reflect my current writing style. I leave this specific word up only for nostalgic purposes and out of respect for those that truly enjoyed it. I've advanced my writing style since my early Wattpad years and recommend that you read newer works. There are many errors pertaining to grammar and plot consistency. You have been warned. - Author