Penelope Larissa Edwards has always wished she could have her sister's life. Why? Because her sister was Perrie Edwards. She was in the girl band Little Mix and you might have heard of her as Zayn Malik's girlfriend. Zayn Malik as in 1/5 of that popular boyband One Direction. Penelope and Perrie used to be close but ever since fame came around, Penelope has been stuck at home while Perrie is living a superstar life. After not seeing each other for a good six months, Perrie comes home and begs for a favor. A favor that included taking her place so she could go on a well deserved vacation. Only they would know and no one else. Reluctantly, Penelope accepts and takes her twin sister's life. As a singer and as Zayn Malik's girlfriend. The thing is, he doesn't know that Penelope isn't Perrie. He thinks his girlfriend has changed...but for the better. Penelope tries not to fall for this charming Bradford boy, but before she knows it, she's head over heels. Penelope fights an emotional struggle. Between the sisterhood or a love life. Is it worth the risk? Watty Awards Finalist 2013

"these voices? How often do you hear them?" "Everyday," The girl said immediately, glaring at Harry as she leaned back just a bit further. "In fact they're speaking to me now....about you." "Me?" Harry questioned his hands trembling as he watched the railing start to shake under the girl's weight, only slightly. He suspected if she leaned back any further it would completely break, letting her fall to her death. "W-what are they saying?" "That you'll never understand," the girl hissed, her knuckles turning bleach white as she clutched the railing tightly. "You'll never escape like us. That you don't belong here but you'll never get out. You're cursed to stay here forever! You're never going to leave! Never! NEVER! YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO LEAVE!" The girl bolted forward, tackling Harry to the ground as her hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing tightly. Harry gasped and wheezed, trying to get any bit of air he could get, but the girl's small petite hands were stronger than they looked as they cut off any oxygen from invading his lungs. "Help," Harry groaned, but his voice was too weak to be heard. ---- The story of a boy once sane, trapped in the deepest pits of his imagination. The most twisted parts of his imagination. His very own Paranoia. ................. Copyright @whenlightsdie

~~~~ {Book 1} Maybe it was a briliant idea, or just a plain idiotic idea, but either way there was nothing I could do about it. Being Branded was mandatory, and I found it pathetic and amusing at the same time. Being Branded seemed totally unfair. It seemed totally stereo typical. It seemed stupid, and yet the idea attracted me at the same time. But I hated Branding none the less. After all I was branded into the wrong group. I'm not Emo. But I can't say that. Because the test is never wrong. Because the test is too accurate to make mistakes. Well it made a fucking mistake. I'm not Emo. But everyone expects me to be. They expect me to cut my wrists. They expect me to cry every second of every day. They expect me to follow every stereo type and single story in the book. And it's absolutely annoying as fuck. Funny, because I met some one else who wasn't Branded correctly either. He wasn't as angry as the others. No matter how hard he tried he could never stay so aggressive. Sure he had the tattoos. Sure he had the attitude. But he could never keep up his little facade for long around me. I found out he was faking. A poser. And posers never received mercy. His secret was in my hands. And I kept it as best as I could. We were faced with the burden together. The burden of Mis-Branding. ~~~~~~ Copyright @whenlightsdie and all that fun stuff *Can't remember who made the cover and feels miserable so if the original maker could message me so I could give them cred that'd be fantastic*

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Renee Griffin is gorgeous, loveable, undeniably popular, and has an uncanny ability of getting everything she wants. She is a cunning seductress, a loving daughter, a prima donna, and a cold-blooded murderer. This is not a story for the faint hearted. This is the story of a 21st Century psychopath. "'You've killed,' he breathed. His eyes had grown big, so big that they barely fit his face anymore. He didn't resemble Nathan at all. He was pathetic, and cowardly, and weak. 'I have.' Silence and darkness threatened to crush us both, the sound of his uneven breathing piercing through my eardrums. I didn't bother hiding anything in my demeanour - it was a relief to let the darkness out, to let it slip out of every pore and every cell. He was going to die. His next words were quiet, so quiet, that it could have been drowned out with the faint sound of cheers coming from the stadium. 'You're a monster.'"

❝There's only a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on that line.❞ *Discontinued

She was his main priority for years, but when he screws up and forgets where he started, can he make amends with her? Or will she forever be the one that got away? Warning: this story was written when I was around twelve/thirteen so the writing is not very good. Cover by xSnowKiss. All Rights Reserved. ©

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.