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

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

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 is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

I'm the fire, your the gasoline. I'm no good for you, and your no good for me. [ harry styles // au ]

✓ {needs editing. my apologies} "Don't fall in love with me... I'm too damaged for you" This is no kind of fairytale. She was just too troubled to even look like a princess. Her past changed her completely, and since then, she's been living in her own world, trying to ignore everyone's opinion about how she should live her life. The few people left who really cared about her had to get used to her rebel behavior and the way she always seemed to be in danger. But then there's this guy, who forcedly comes into her life, and tries to find out her deepest secrets, those things she didn't even dare to admit to herself. When she's already taken, and with a whole reason to be who she is, will she be able to forget about everything to give into his love? And will he handle the damaged girl he fell in love with?

“Is she dead? I think she’s dead,” someone said in a very, very British accent. “She’s not dead Louis, the doctors just gave her some medicine to make her sleep,” another boy’s voice said. “Do you think that’s her natural hair color?” a third voice asked. This one I could barely understand. There was a lilt to his voice that I just couldn’t put my finger on. “I don’t know Niall, why don’t you ask her when she wakes up?” someone replied sarcastically. Someone sighed, I was guessing Niall. “Her hair’s so, blond,” a boy said. “It’s okay Harry, we know you fancy blondes,” Louis said. “Just because I slept with that one blond girl does not mean I’m into blon-” “But she is pretty,” one of the voices said. I had lost track. “Yeah. She’s very pretty,” Harry murmured.

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles