"Somehow in this fucked up mess I managed to fall for you."

"Don't underestimate me, Hunter." I gulp, trying to sound unaffected by our close proximity. His lips are inches away from mine when he whispers with a smirk "Bite me, Kitten." ----------------------- "When a boy with anger issues meets a girl with even bigger anger issues..." Scarlet has been through quite a bit, but this final move to a new town was meant to make things easier and allow her to start fresh. After a lot of new friends, enemies, first impressions and situations she's never dealt with before, she realizes that life isn't meant to be simple, or maybe, it's a lot more simple than she thinks. Hunter, on the other hand, has never doubted the simplicity of life. What he wants- he gets. Right? And he definitely wants her. ----------------------- Completed -----------

She agreed to taking her sister to a concert, but not to this.

"Money can't buy time," I point out. He nods. "I know. Time is useless, Hope. I'm glad I can't buy it." Some people are immortal. Some aren't. That never mattered to us; we never intended to be.

I was kidnapped when I was a baby. I don't know who my parents are or anything about my life. All I know is my name is Lexi.

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

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

Harry Styles. He's a broken pencil that can't be sharpened. His issues run skin deep, and though he looks like a fun time, he's bound to hurt you. He can get any girl he wants with just a shake of his head. Except for her. Carter White. She knew his reputation, and she wasn't about to get hurt. That is, until he catches her in his web, and she's stuck. But Harry isn't one to love, considering he's never loved anyone since the death of his mum, and Carter is living in the shadow of everyone else. Harry's not the type to change, and Carter is the type to trust too easily. But she's just a game to him. What is he to her?

In which a girl desperate for an escape, is sent on a twisted journey.

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...