"I dare you to prank call a random person." That one sentence is the reason why Olivia's life turned upside down.This is what happened when Olivia was playing Truth or dare with her best friends. She made a list of random number she decided she was going to call. One of those numbers turned out to belong to Niall Horan, from One direction. Follow Olivia's journey through problems, love, break ups, laughs,surprises, cheating and so many more. So what happens next? You tell me. Read to find out. The Prank Call (Book 1)

Winning means marrying your favorite boy. Losing means certain death. The Directioner Games have begun... An organization targeting celebrities for their money targets the world's most famous boyband- One Direction. Now that the organization has the boy's money, they decide to make a game; a game in which the fans can fight to the death over the boys. The Directioner Games. To their great surprise, millions of girls are willing to fight to the death. Each girl can choose which "district" they would like to represent- Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, or Zayn. Then, each district would be"reaped," in which from millions of entries 24 girls from each district would be chosen to enter an arena to fight to the death. Only one girl from each district would come out alive, and win the hand of the boy of the district they are representing. Not only do they win the hand of the boy, but they win his release from capture as well. There are 5 seperate arenas, one for each district. Every moment is televised. Whoever wishes to watch, can. The only ones forced to watch are the boys. Each of their cells contains a TV, which will always be turned on to the live feed of their own district's arena. As all of the Tributes enter the arena, they fight for their lives, but more importantly, fight for the boys. A fandom that used to be so close knit and supportive are pushed to their limits as they are forced to make choices that push friends against enemies and life against love.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

“I’m the tickle monster; YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!” I cackled as Harry thrashed underneath my deathly hands begging for mercy. ***** Becca Richardson and Harry Styles have been inseperable for as long as they can remember, but have been apart for the last nine months due to Harry being on tour with his band One Direction. What happens when they finally reunite? The "Crazy Duo" is back full force. Be ready for an unforgettable summer with Becca and five sexy boys! *Beware of Becca's randomness... you've been warned.

What happens when Madison Newman decides to let off steam to her bestfriend, Kaitlin, but acciedentally send the hateful texts to Liam Payne of One Direction?

Forever. That is the one word that best describes Louis and Roselyn. Forever. They were inseparable; nothing could come between their everlasting friendship. Nothing could break them apart. Even when One Direction was formed and they still managed to keep hold of their special bond. Louis was at a party when he got a call from Roselyn. He left it, thinking he would call her later. Little did he know that he might not have the chance. If he answered that call, things could have stayed the same. None of this would have happened. If he answered that call, he could have been spared from this feeling in his core. The feeling of intense fear. Fear for the life of Roselyn Clemons. His shoulder to cry on.

When normal people look at me, they turn to whisper to their friends. I hear what they say. They say, “Wow. Look at that girl's eyes! She’s not actually that pretty though, I guess. Her clothes look expensive. Her parents must be wealthy folk. What a snob.” I get used to that though. When my classmates at school look at me, they tend gossip among themselves. They talk about me, and they whisper, “That’s Clara Stends. She’s the one that best friends with Anna DeMancini. Yes, DeMancini as in the Royal DeMancini Corp. She also has this thing with Anna’s older brother, Eric. Yes, Eric, the hot one. I've heard she’s had a crush on him since she moved here like ten years ago. I don’t know why he likes her. She’s so ugly. She's probably just using him for his money.” It used to hurt, but not anymore. I get used to it. When teenage girls look at me, they scream. I have no problem figuring out what they say. They tell me, “You are so pretty! I wish I was you! Can I get a picture with you? Can I have an autograph? You are my idol. How’s Niall’s doing?” Sometimes, I get mobbed by them. Am I famous? No, I’m not famous. My best friend is though. He’s in a boy band. I get used to this too. That’s not all there is to me. They don’t see my scars. They don’t see my memories. They don’t see my dreams. They don’t see my real life. If they did, they would run away and never look at me or think of me ever again. My life is an intricate spider web. It’s tangled and frayed. It’s ripped up and only hanging on by one single strand. **Read it on Tumblr at mtwmte.tumblr.com ***Cover by @_prettyreckless

When Terra was a kid, her bed attacked her. Of course, no one believed her - but after that, she becomes afraid of being alone. Her family is convinced that it is a phase, but is it? It's the way the objects in her house move slightly, taunting her. They are telling her that they can get her. Anytime she dares to be alone...

One day in his hotel room, Niall gets a package of twenty one letters. Twenty one letters about a girl who poured her heart out to Niall, a girl who is dying inside and is trying to fix herself again. As Niall begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself knowing and loving this girl, all the while knowing that one day, he's going to have to stop reading. Because she stopped writing.

He leaned in closer, if that was even possible, his spearmint breath fanning across my face. My breathing got caught in my throat as he lowered his mouth to my ear. "You can deny liking me, wanting me, but let's face it- You're like all the rest. You're that good girl who so secretly but desperately wants to change me. All girls want to be the one that makes the bad boy change, they want him to change for them. So you can go around, acting like you don't care about me, go ahead Bella, do that. But let me tell you this, I enjoy a good chase, and that's exactly what you are. Cause Bella, I get what I want, and I want you." ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My full name is Bellatrix Annaliese Brown. Yeah yeah, weird name. Anyways, I am from London, England and moved here once before when I was sixteen. After being bullied, I moved back to England, where I was living with my Aunt till my parents decided I should come back to America for my senior year in high school. As you can see, I don't have the best of luck, which I guess is why- I became the Bad Boy's Victim. ___________________ PUBLISHED AND CAN BE BOUGHT ON AMAZON! http://www.amazon.com/Being-Bad-Boys-Victim-Romantic-ebook/dp/B016PSBM70/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1445179301&sr=1-1