She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

Have you ever met someone that took your breath away? The very sight of them was beautiful, and you just couldn't stand to be a second away from them? They were so far out of your league, but you just couldn't keep away? You wanted to do everything to please them and let them know they mean so much to you? That person to me was Summer Addison. We met by chance, and I fell in love. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I wanted to get to know her. The problem? She wasn't exactly who I thought she was. I'm Harry Styles, and this is my story of how I fell in love with royalty. ** For any translations, check my reading list **

Preview of the first book of the Anarchy series, published by Orion Books. Preorder your copies today! This is danger. This is chaos. This is anarchy. All Rights Reserved to Megan DeVos, 2018 ©

"Taken in more ways than one, my hope for you was and is a constant battle. I want to fear you, but I'm fearing to love you."

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

Collection of one shots, deleted scenes and extra material related to the One Direction Series.

'I rolled off my bed drying the last tears. The ones I swore I'd never let escape my eyes. Not for that. Not for him.' Hannah lives in Mullingar, Ireland. Her life is pretty simple. Nothing much to it, really. Except she has to be cautious whenever she turns on the radio, the TV or when she reads a magazine. Why? Because she doesn't want to see his face. The boy who ruined her. A year passed since she managed to escape him. She's been trying her best to forget everything. Unfortunately for her, his year-old explosive fame doesn't play in her favor. Obviously. Having dated him for 3 years before he became famous, she can easily laugh at the image he and his boyband claim. Respect towards women? Please, she thought. Persuaded that with his new fame he's forgotten about her, which, in her opinion, is better anyways and wished she could say the same about her, she'll quickly be proven wrong. Knowing him by heart, she could reckon that when Niall Horan wants something, he gets it. And that's exactly what he did.

I heard feet shuffle behind me, I quickly turned around seeing nothing. I sighed irritably continuing to walk without my ditch of a friend. Where could she have gone? Probably shagging some dude at the back of the club like she always does. My thoughts were cut short when a pair of hands grabbed me by my waist turning me around. “I don’t take no as an answer.” He said again before picking me up and throwing me inside the car I supposedly was walking near to. Before I could say anything I was quickly forced to swallow something as the small oval shaped edible item slipped past my mouth making me drowsy in a few minutes. “You should’ve listened princess…” Was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep in a dark dark place.

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...

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]