New story. New characters. New emotions. A sequel to My Cinderella. We will meet a new Liam Payne. We will meet a new Lacie Campbell. We will see a new lovestory. Everything changes. At the end of My Cinderella we thought everything was finally fine and settled. Nothing is fine. Everything falls apart. Will Liam break in sorrow? Could Lacie ever love again? New questions... new answers coming soon if you read the story of an everlasting love. Nothing can keep them apart... or can something? You will find out soon in this whole new book.

--NEW TRAILER INSIDE!-- My life was ruined. No one ever wanted me. Even my own mum hated me. When I was small I was afraid of my dad all the time, who came home drunk every night and hit my mum. When he got in jail, my mum became all different. She started to get drugs, made me work all day, and even hit me. It was terrible. No one loved me in this horrible world. I was exhausted. I didn't want to write that tweet about me wanting to commit suicide to Liam Payne, 1/5 of One Direction, the famous British-Irish boyband, I just felt like I had to tell someone. And it came out that it was the best thing I ever did in my life. He saved me. I never thought I would ever actually be loved, but he promised, that he's going to find me, whatever it matters... And he did travel the whole world just to find me... to find his Cinderella.

*Warning* This story contains violence, abuse, and sexual content. Do not read if you are triggered or not comfortable with this. © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

We all know the stories where Bad meets Good. But what happenes when Bad meets Bad? ❝I recon you are only here to piss off your mother, so why not have fun whilst doing so?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

❝I'm so smooth that when people talk to me they slip and fall.❞ ❝I must be one of your victims, for i sure have fallen for you.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"Hey do you remember my Mum telling you my brother is coming to visit for my birthday?" Gemma says taking her dishes to the kitchen sink. "Yeah I do, why?" I say and furrow my eyebrows. "Well Mum said he's coming earlier than expected and let me just say, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes but he's quite nice, oh just like you." Gemma laughs while setting dishes in the sink. "Sounds charming." COMPLETED [highest rankings: #1 in gemmastyles #1 in haroldstyles #2 in softharry #1 in harrystyles]

If you think that this is another story of the "good girl" falling in love with the "bad boy", you're probably right. Except this time, the roles are reversed. Disclaimer: Story contains strong language, adult themes and sexual content. Spotify Playlist in my bio!

(Completed.) Seeing Harry on stage is always an overwhelming experience. He becomes a new person, like he lives just to be in front of thousands people. On stage he is Harry Styles: he runs, dances, says his stupid knock knock jokes and plays with the crowd in a way that I don't understand. I would shit in my pants or throw up in his place. Harry, on stage, shines -------------- Best friends since they were kids, Harry and Noelle have always shared everything in life, even when he left for X factor it seemed that nothing could break their bond. Until she finds herself in love with him, but he doesn't seem to love her back. Two years after she confessed her feelings, Noelle and Harry are back in town but many things have changed. What will happen? Mature content Start: 26/02/2020 Compleated: 28/07/2020

Sometimes, when I'm off tour, I get this itch. Not literal. Metaphorical. Tour ends, the lights shut off, and suddenly I'm just... still. No crew, no call times, no adrenaline. My body rests, but my brain? My brain starts looking for motion. Sometimes, that motion looks like gym sessions, long walks, locking myself in a studio with nothing but an acoustic and my ego. And sometimes? It looks like sex. Not tabloid shit. No god-complex orgies. Just something familiar. Women I trust. People who text back with a wink and nothing more. Like Sasha. Like Lou. Not like Lena. I thought it'd be casual. Banter, late-night texts, sex with no strings. But Lena doesn't do casual. And I'm starting to think I don't either - not with her.

"It's delicate, isn't it?" A story about H & his stylist inspired by yet another Taylor Swift song! Enjoy!