i will bruise your lips, scar your knees, and love you too hard. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave, you will finally understand why they name storms after people. © soshoran. all rights reserved. any copyright of this story is illegal with out credit or consent given by me. warning; this story contains graphic depictions of violence, drug use, explicit sex scenes, and other mature themes. read at your own risk.

ѕoulmate [n]: someone with whom you share a deep affinity and understanding. "If I could give you any ability in life, I'd give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realise how special you are to me."

wherein a girl is taken to a fancy restaurant by her polite date, but secretly fancies the rude waiter *********** Copyright © 2015: All Rights Reserved to @gymnasliam (Warning: Use of explicit language and some mature content. Read at your own risk)

In his mind, she's everything. In her mind, she's nothing.

[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION // ALMOST COMPLETE, SHOULD BE DONE BY 2019. // RECOMMEND READING ONCE EDITING IS FINISHED.] ___________________________________________ ... he grabbed my upper arm pulling me back to him, his lips found mine -and his kiss was soft. Softer than I expected. He didn't try to grab anywhere on my body, he didn't try to force me to kiss him back or put his tongue down my throat - he just kissed me. It was a short lingering kiss that lasted only a minute, but it still left me almost breathless and bewildered to say the least. When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were hard and his lips pressed in a firm line. His hand found the collar of my jacket moving it away once more, enough for anyone to see the mark he left earlier. "You're mine now, and don't you forget it." he stated sternly, looking deep into my eyes his hard blue ones washing over my green iris's like a tsunami. I gulped tightly at how serious he was. He said that in such a way where it actually had me terrified, he looked frustrated, determined, even down right possessive. It made me never want to touch a guy again, touch Grant again, and maybe that's why he looked at me like that. He wanted to scare me so that I would never defy his words, so that he could have me to himself, but I barely knew him, never the less, he barely knew me - or my name. ___________________________________________

❝Why won't you tell me your name?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

[ONGOING] ❝Opening your wrists won't set your demons free, but opening your heart just might.❞ ✖ ✖ ✖ Anna Winters is broken. A long time ago, a horrific incident tore her family apart, destroying her life in the process. Now, five years later, she's alone and empty. A controlling mother with a habit of drinking herself into a stupor and the abundant scars on her skin are all she has left. Niall Horan is broken, too. A series of dire mistakes and unfortunate events have led to him living in an abandoned house on the edge of town, where darkness -- and the guilt of all he's done -- constantly threatens to suffocate him. He spends his days writing songs in the basement, never really expecting anything to come of it. When Anna stumbles across the lonely house one summer morning, and comes face-to-face with a blond-haired Irish beauty, she's reminded of the subtle fact that maybe, just maybe, life really can get better. But both are haunted by terrible pasts; both have dark secrets to keep; and, after all, you can't play on broken strings. But, of course, there's no harm in trying.

Carrie Enders is a 16 year old girl. Who just happens to be Louis Tomlinson's distant cousin. So what happens when One Direction decides to take her away from the hellhole she lives in? Will she find peace? Love?

"It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."