"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

❝ finally, after all the years of september the eighth being shoved to the side like some sad leftovers in the back of the fridge, the frustration built up inside me like a tsunami tide, and i marched right up to the nearest stranger, looking into his confused, light green eyes, completely altering the path he was on. "it's my birthday today and nobody, nobody, not even my own mother remembered!" "we've better get you some cake then." ❞

SEQUEL TO THROUGH THE DARK :) Elizabeth Parker has suffered a great deal of pain and loss. Now, with the help of her friends she is trying to keep her life in order and trying to understand the world which she was hidden away from as a child. Will she lose herself in trying to find more information or will something be the cause of her rebellious and insanity ways. Copyright @NatalyCanez 2014 Cover: namelesswriterx

Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

induratize; (pronounced: in-'dur-ah-tahyz); English; verb. To make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's pleas or advances, or to the idea of love; This is a side-effect from pain; it is a way of emotional self-preservation.

"Are you going to finish your piece of pizza?" He asks me, and I can see the hunger in his eyes as he looks at the large slice of pepperoni pizza in my hands instead of at me. "Do you want it or something?" I push the unnecessary calories towards the boy. "You don't like pizza?" He asks with bewilderment, lifting the greasy food to his mouth, "It's my favorite." "I don't like food." I mutter and quickly stand to leave.

cap·tive adjective imprisoned or confined; having no freedom an infatuation that fell apart and yet he is still held captive by the reminisce of her love and his own inner demons. of course, no love can prevail unless it overcomes obstacles. [Sequel to Infatuation © All Rights Reserved to 1DLover121] - highest ranking: #10 in fanfiction -

I don't regret falling for her but I left without saying a word and i returned hoping that she will forgive me.

she is a normal girl, or so she thinks. | h.s au © mack.

please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cry. "So that's all I ever was to you? After everything we'd been through?" I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, wanting to erase all of our memories together. "Don't think of it as a one time thing." He says, grabbing his coat off of the couch, as well as throwing on his shoes. "What do you want me to think of it as then!?" I yell, a tear or two slipping down my pale cheeks. All this time we'd spent had to have meant something to him, it had too have. "Think of it like this Arabella, in my mind no strings were attached in our 'relationship', everything was more so.." He trails off opening the door ready to leave. "Well more so like first person who falls in love is the first person to be..." And with that I'm left to a shut door and a broken heart. ___ Copyright © 2014 TheDarkestOnes |All Rights Reserved| Highest Rank: #1 in yes daddy #19 in fanfiction #5 in sir #4 in after warning: self harm/rape content, read at your own risk.