"You want to know what relativity is? It's when you fall in love with someone, and time speeds up whenever you're around them - a conversation is cut too short and a glance becomes too fleeting. Hours seem like seconds, and you can never get enough of their presence. It's also when time slows down whenever you're apart from each other - an afternoon of separation feels like days of absence. Seconds seem like hours, and time comes to a grinding halt. That, my friend, is the phenomenon of relativity." This is the story of how a normal girl saved a superhuman boy who saved a psychic girl who wanted to save the rotting world.

"I fucking love you."

Sana was perturbed during her work . Her story is kind of Like a cindrella story. The nasty girl. the poor life. the goal. And of course : The prince Read to find out

*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

(NOTE: This story was written about 2-3 years ago, and now is under major editing for improvisation purposes.) I could say that in life, we have these people or things that we should appreciate because those are the things that made you reach where you are right now. Alicia Watson-- a YouTuber to-be-signed by SyCo Records. One Direction-- some random boyband nobody has ever heard of. Well, I hope you hinted my sarcasm right there. Put the two artists together, and make them do a duet. How does this happen? Well, you'll see.

His eyes, His nose, his mouth, his face. Everything. he's perfect. i smiled but then frowned remembering something. why is this happening at me? why can't I have him? he said he loves me and I said ' i love you back". We love each other. We're the cute, perfect couple in school that everyone wants to have. but now it's all over. just because of our parents.

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...

"This," she explained softly, gesturing between the small gap between us. "Us. We're just too perfect to be true." "We're impossibly perfect," I whispered, giving her a small, gentle smile as I entwined her hand with my own, her small little fingers fitting perfectly between mine. Meeting her was foreign. She was a fan, a true fan, an obsessive fan. When I met her, yes, she screamed in my face, unable to comprehend what was happening, and yes, she had a hard time adjusting to my presence. For once, she was a beautiful, beautiful, and brilliant girl that I wasn't attracted to. I didn't understand why; no one did. Sweet, funny, all around perfect- everything I ever wanted. It was strange, wasn't it? Everyone else thought I'd be in love, but I wasn't. She's just impossibly perfect. © Copyright 2013

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When Audrey's parents leave to the U.K for an undercover investigation. Her parents decide she will need to be in good hands. So what better way to leave her with the best secret agent in the business to watch over her. Harry is a wise guy but with drop dead looks, he can have any girl with a snap of a finger. But as Harry and Audrey spend more time together they start having a connection towards each other. Audrey knows he has a dark past that Harry's not willing to share with anyone but is Audrey like everyone else to Harry? Find out