For a second I turned my back when I felt strong arms grab my waist and pull me back. Reese forced me to sit on his lap as I felt his lips near my neck. "You really want me to leave?" he whispered in my ear with that deep voice of his. "Y-Yes," I stuttered. My heartbeat quickened as he planted a kiss right near my earlobe. Why was he doing this to me!? "But I just got here," Reese repeated. This time I didn't prepare myself since he began to plant soft kisses on my neck, I bit hard on my lips. Reese's hands traveled up my body until they met my stomach, my breath quickening. "Tempted?" his soft but alluring voice asked me. I could've nodded but I was too focused on the fact that his hand was right at my stomach. Instead I turned my head back and smirked before planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. "Maybe," I whispered. ****** Maggie Rosewood is new to the town, and she's not your typical girl. With a dark past and dangerous habits, she isn't planning on getting any attention from anybody at her new HighSchool. Reese Matthews is the exact opposite. He loves the attention and makes sure he gets it 24/7. But after one good look at Maggie, he will make sure that she is his girl. ****This story also includes self harm and bulimia, just a warning. Also, @XxUrban_WriterXx for the amazing cover. And @LostGirl01Dee for the name.

"she's m-mine; my babygirl." or harry has a strange case of ocd and allie-rose is the first thing he allows himself to get attached to.

By reading this story, you automatically have a one way ticket to hell. See you there kittens ;) Disclaimer: This story contains, rape, bdsm, and lots and lots of smut. If you don't like that, I suggest you leave. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED I do not allow any translations.

I can't drown my demons, They know how to swim.

Astrid Brinely your average fly on the wall. She had her small group of friends and her few flings with boys in her grade, never getting perfect grades nor terrible ones. Nothing interesting right? Wrong. She moves to a small town in the middle of Ohio she wants to continue to be nobody's center of attention. But you don't always get what you wish for do you? There's always that one bad boy at every school, the one everybody is too scared to be around but they don't want to say anything. Well this boy, is infatuated with this quiet newcomer and he will not stop. Until she is his.

Lizzy lives with her Mother and Stepfather in London. Her Mother is never at home, she's always away for work. Her Stepfather screamed to her, and sometimes, he slaps her. On school is nothing better. Lizzy doesn't have friends, and a girl named Cristine, makes laugh of her everytime. But when Summer ends, and school starts, Lizzy gets a new Maths teacher: Mr.Styles. He cares about her so much, but Lizzy don't know why. But when she discovered that she loves Mr.Styles, everything changed. Does he love her back, and can Lizzy trust him?

My mouth went dry as I stepped into the room. The darkened room smelled of varnish, incense and dark leather. My eyes were blurry, adjusting to the dark room. What was this gorgeous curly haired man into? I walked towards the bed placed in the middle of the spacious area, the sheets a dark shade of violet, an enticing colour. On the far right there was a mahogany chest with a lock in front, a rack full of hand cuffs and long canes. My hands slowly slid over the leather of the crop, my breath hitching slightly in my throat. “Well?” He questioned, his head cocked to the side as he placed his hands in the pockets of his black tight jeans. Every part of him made my skin prickle, my mouth run dry, my body shiver and the apex of my legs clench and dampen. Well? What did he want me to say? What was he even into? “What is this?” My voice was soft, barely audible, his eyes were dark, his mouth pressed into a thin line, he shrugged his shoulders as if he was ashamed to say. “You don’t know?” he enquired, amusement plastered on his face. My cheeks blushed a deep shade of crimson. No I didn’t, why would I ask you if I knew? “If I tell you, do you promise not to run?” I nodded, not sure if I trusted myself enough. What was this about? “I’m into dominance and submission, I would love to do all of this with you.” What? My eyes widened and my mouth fell agape. Harry Styles was a dominant… Isabella Brummer was a seemingly normal college girl, but when she gets involved with a dark, twisted young man, that happens to be in a world famous band, would she be able to handle his dark past and what comes with it? From the author of Gang War *inspired by 50 shades of grey