When a boy and a girl meets, they become friends, then probably fall in love, then comes the ‘I love you’s and then maybe, just maybe, they end up getting married. In this case, what if a criminal, who’s capable of killing people with only one hand, meets an innocent girl who doesn’t even dare to kill ants? Well, a lot of things can happen, especially if they’re both total opposites. Harry and Violet are total opposites of each other, but they do have one thing in common; they both hate life. Of course, they quickly click together like how negative and positive magnets attract. Then again, where is the fun in the relationship without cupid? When cupid decides to join in the relationship, he twists it around into a game; a game of love and escape. "I dream of escape but never try." [TRAILER ON THE SIDE] Fan Fiction #10 / Teen Fiction #26

Alyssa is a loner. Her mother is a drug addict and alcoholic. Dave, her mothers drug dealer boyfriend, has tried to sell her before but her mother wouldn't let him... until he came along... he offered so much money just to have her... Alyssa Wood doesn't talk to anyone, ever since her dad died when she was six. Her mother became very, very abusive. One day, a mysterious man came along. He was tall, lean, he had tattoos and piercings. He was so intimidating. Alyssa didn't know what was happening, he came to her house and he bought her. She was so angry at her mother... how could she do this? to her own daughter? well, she's done much worse... Both of them have been through rough times. Both of them needed someone... But she was to afraid to show it; and he was too afraid to try.

[complete] When Kade discovers that her incredibly annoying classmate, Marcel Styles, is living under a double personality, her attention for him is immediately piqued. Little does she know that by attempting to discover things that are better off kept away, she'll be thrown down a spiral where she'll come to find that everything in her life has been a secret, and everyone she loves has been pretending.

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Elena and Harry. High school sweethearts. Elena Carter. A photographer in Los Angeles that had everyone wanting her to take their picture. Harry Styles. Girls worship the very ground he walks on. People recognize Elena as the famous Harry Styles' ex girlfriend, but to her pleasure, the fans don't bother her too much. Although, she does have over ten thousand followers on Twitter. More than she should in her opinion. A year without contact, and Elena and Harry finally reunited. But he's famous and she's partially famous for her photography skills. But when they meet again, will old sparks once again form? Or will one be hot while the other's just cold?

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

What happens when Payton tries to fit in with her room mates by going out. Payton soon finds herself in a situation with one of Las Vegas gangs. She's soon picked by the Harry styles forcing her to do whatever he pleases.

Elena Carter was the most beautiful and popular girl you'd ever lay your eyes on. She has the perfect face, perfect personality, and perfect grades. She's the most popular girl in her high school in Holmes Chapel, and everyone adores her. Harry Styles is the school's bad ass. You would see him with his four best friends, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan all the time. It's safe to say that Harry's the leader of the group, and it's also safe to say that those four boys are the more feared people in Holmes Chapel. They get drunk, get into fights, and just have that bad guy aura around them. Harry and Elena are polar opposites. So what happens when detention brings them together? And Elena's parents try to tear them apart?

*Updates most Mondays* Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles "I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I just couldn't. I hadn't set foot near a piano in nearly three weeks. The music didn't matter. What was the point of it anyway? Music was a distraction. Music was a curse."

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.