One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

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...

❀❀❀❀❀❀ "That doesn't even make sense." I shook my head, bored out of my mind. "Does it have to?" He let a grim, fraction of a smile appear, before absurdly dismissing the conversation from the air with the flick of his mitts. Focusing back on the Patriots' game, he moaned in delight whilst crunching down on my hard earned Fritos. "My house, my rules. Go get me some macaroni." For once in a millennium, I didn't have a comeback. The bottom half of my jaw fell, and I stared at the bundle of malice curled up on the couch, just to make sure I was hearing right. He'd surpassed my plan. He found the loophole, the way around being made fun of by the other fitness jocks and most of the student body. 'Til next September, I am his slave. I thought I was a step ahead of him, but turns out, he was two steps in front of me the whole time. And he knew it. ❀❀❀❀❀❀ B E A U T I F U L cover art done by the talented and gorgeous @ElliMau Humor #35 Teen Fiction #52 12|2|13 © Copyright 2013 No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher

[COMPLETED ✓] A story about an immortal boy who has forgotten how to love and an innocent girl who helps him to remember. Copyright © 2012 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover made by: Myself]

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?