Here are some of my favorite poems and quotes.

The prince was born in his mother's lavish rooms three days before I emerged on the dingy floor of the ale house. He's a royal . . . she isn't. But the secret friendship that began in childhood grows into something much deeper -- and much more dangerous. Harry Styles and original character. Rated Mature for graphic sexual content. Some chapters may have difficult content. Historical accuracy is dubious at best. Just having some sexy fun. trust the spark.

An independent girl and an misunderstood boy meet. What will happen next? ***Mature sexual content. Please read at own risk!***

This is a book full of After 1,2 and 3 quotes and memories... Enjoy!!

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

{This story is copyright} "HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The guy punched my in the jaw and my body hit the floor. My vision blurred and pain flared all through my body. I let out a loud scream when his foot made contact with my side. I her a loud grunt then a loud smack of skin on skin. I looked up slightly to see the guy being held up against the wall by Louis and Niall while Harry beat the life out of him. I let out a loud whimper as someone touches my side. "Come here babe, you'll be all right" Zayn cooed in my ear as he picked me up. I screamed again and almost passed out from the pain. "Harry she's gotta get to the hospital!" Zayn panicked while tears streamed down my face. "Fuck, Louis finish him off" The last thing I heard was a gun shot before everything went black. ------------------------------------- Harry and his boys run the city. One glance at him and you'd know to walk in the opposite direction. He has a dangerous aura that radiates from him. Luna wanted nothing to do with him and Harry wanted nothing to do with her. They are from two different worlds. Luna gets sucked into Harry's dangerous universe and struggles to escape. But she can't help but begin to fall. She can't help that he's... beautifully dangerous.

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...

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.