I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your worst nightmare. All that shit. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." I could feel cheek on mine, it was an abnormal temperature, freezing cold. "What do you want from me?" I shouted at him. My eyes raked over his features again and again. He had brown hair that hung naturally in disheveled tightly bound ringlets. I couldn't help but feel something other than fear stir in my stomach when I looked into red eyes. My clouded thoughts made it impossible to put a name on the emotion, though. His fingers stroked my neck, circling the same spot, over and over again. "Don't worry, baby girl. You won't feel a thing." The human looking creature opened his mouth wide and lowered it down to my neck. I could feel his teeth grazing my jugular vain. "Please don't!" I spoke loud. Loud enough to make him startle. He laughed and backed away. Now that I could see his full body, the emotion that bubbled deep inside of me gave itself a label. Attraction. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel infatuated with him. When I looked at his inhumane features, I saw beauty. He was beautiful. © All Rights Reserved To LuciaPayne_1D ( Trailer Here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqkwVzm8RTM&sns=tw ) (Cover made by 'ImmatureLad')

"Love." "A four letter word that everyone is bound to feel someday in their life. For me, those four letters could be spelt out as hell and it still wouldn't compare to how it made me feel. Why couldn't cupid shoot someone else instead of me? Why did his stupid arrow have to pierce my heart and wound it? Why did he curse me to love someone and why did that someone have to be her? If I could have one wish, I'll wish that I never met her, because maybe if I never met her, my life would have been different. Maybe, I would have been whole." Brooklyn is a soccer playing, hardhead, out going girl who so happens to be bisexual as well. Coming out of the closet in 8th grade she is now in her senior year without a care in the world. She has also be called a player; playing with people feelings and just moving on when she gets bored of their company. But where there are effects there is a cause to them. Brooklyn thinks she got her head screwed on right, only to find out, her world will be turned upside down when Emma comes to her school. Emma, however, is quite the opposite. She only speaks when spoken to and when she does, she talk very little. All Emma wishes to do is complete her senior year without complicating her life with all the drama high school brings with it. If only Emma knew, going to this high school wasn't the best idea and just spelt out drama. Will Emma get caught up in the webs of Brooklyn's wicked schemes or will Brooklyn finally realize that playing with people's heart will just bring her to her own path of destruction when her own heart is on the line. Guess there's more secrets in paradise than anyone ever thought there were. _________________________________________ Started this book around: April 2014 Edited by: @shapeshiftinggoddess from the chapters: Honest and so on.

CURRENTLY REWRITING THIS STORY, I HAVE PUBLISHED THE NEWER VERSION ON MY PROFILE AND WILL CONTINUE TO UPDATE IT. 2020.

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.