"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

There is trouble on everything and there is safety in every way. But is it possible that your trouble-maker can also be your reason to be safe?

"Please, go away." I desperately pleaded as he pinned me against the wall- his massive hands cupping my wrists. I closed my eyes firmly shut as I wouldn't want to get lost in those pools of emeralds once again. "Let me go." I said more firmly this time, but it sounded more of a squirm than anything. "Isn't that what I've been asking for, all this time?" He retorted, his voice husky and smug. "But, it's too late now." He said grimly. And it really was. I've fallen to a very deep pit and all I can do now is savor the fall. Be warned: Story containing sexual scenes which may not be suitable for very young readers. All Rights Reserved: ThinkingHonestly

her·met·ic/adjective: insulated or protected from outside influences ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Eden and her family lived their lives by trying to help others. Now that the "man of the house" was no longer home, they occupied themselves completely by helping the less fortunate. However, when the Prime Minister of their warring country requires one woman to become the mate of the Boltheed (a mysterious man who was the key to winning a timeless war), Eden must chose which is more important--saving the people she cares about most or appeasing her country.

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

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.

She thought she knew what pain was, until she met Harry. *This story is in the process of being edited. Please excuse all typos and grammar mistakes. Thank you!* Copyright © 2014 All Rights Reserved

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....