"Little Women" follows the lives of four sisters – Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March – and is loosely based on the author's childhood experiences with her three sisters.

This story will make you want to buy gallons of holy water and bathe in it while reciting the bible. If you read on then here *hands you ticket*. A free ticket to hell. You're welcome.

When former indie band member Alice meets a doe-eyed artist named Harry and he abruptly declares her to be his new muse-slash-living-art-project, her life takes an unexpected turn, one she isn’t sure is for better or for worse, especially once the lines between art and sex begin to blur for both of them. © 2014 BY FIONA (Iondon). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"I'm tired of being second all the time behind Eros, Mom. He has a title, Cupid, and what do I get? I get rubbish, that's what. I just want to know what will get me to the highest ranking of your eye, Mom." Harry, son of Aphrodite, was down on his knees as he begged up towards his stunning mother. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and back, as her eyes lay peeled on one of her many sons. She had indeed favored her son, known to most as Cupid, the most. Harry was just as handsome in features with his dimpled smile and green eyes, but Aphrodite had not been impressed by him as much as Eros. Her red stained lips parted. "You want a quest?" Aphrodite's voice laced with interest. The curly haired brunette nodded, his hands clenching to each other in a desperate manner. Aphrodite thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something to test Harry's true power of love that he was supposed to be born with. "You must bring two humans together, and get them to fall in love. You have three months, my son. Maybe then you will be compared to Eros." (cover by moonxriver)

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...

[ON HOLD] Darby Collins, a self proclaimed simpleton from a small village in northern Ireland, never suspected she would ever cross paths with anyone of a higher status. A chance trip to Dublin and spilled tea changes this when she finds herself face to shoe with no one other than Liam Payne. A media labeled "badass" with an even worse attitude, Liam seeks something in Darby past the initial awkwardness and mumbling. He sees something that will brighten his crumbling and now criminal reputation; that something being dollar signs. And lots of them. With much reluctance, Darby agrees to be Liam's accessory. The reason being that she deems it nothing more than a temporary gig. What she doesn't expect is that when the sun descends into the clouds and the cameras lose their flash, she is immersed into a world she has never known existed; one that involves the habitual use and trade of drugs, a frequent exchange of sex for money, and one where she finds herself "falling" down the stairs a lot more than usual. "And even throughout my downright and indisputable hatred, I found that both my body and heart bled for no one other than him." [WARNING: THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SUBSTANCE ABUSE, VIOLENCE, CRIME, OR SEX, I ADVISE YOU TO READ SOMETHING ELSE.] [DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE NOT MEANT TO REFLECT THEIR REAL LIFE PERSONAS. I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS THEY PARTAKE IN. THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.] All Rights Reserved 2013 © BellaKramer

My name is Eleanor Calder. You might know who I am. I model, but millions of teenage girls knew me as the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Yeah, I said dated. No we did not break up. How are we not together if we didn't break up? He died. Louis Tomlinson died. As well as: Niall Horan Liam Payne and Harry Styles. You may recognise them as well. As well as a girl named Danielle Peazer, my best friend. Also Liam Payne's girlfriend. Dead. Gone. There one day and gone the next. Deceased. Get it now? Not in complete shock? One other thing, did you notice that there was one missing from the list? Someone who is usually mentioned? Someone by the name of Zayn Malik? Well he's still alive. Right here next to me, right now. He says hello. This is our story of what happened when One Direction died. The world will never be the same. I guarantee it.

Nicole, a.k.a skinny legs or virgin pants, was never really into Lucas Anderson. The guy who scored with every girl, every girl loving him while he just walked about with one girl on his mind. Nicole met Lucas and instantly knew he was a player who thrived on girl's moans but did he really? Lucas kept it a secret for so long...he kept it from her, and from everyone. When Nicole finds herself falling for the player will she realise he's different? Can Lucas figure out what a girl wants in time to get Nicole? Is this love I smell or just another friends with benefits situation? Follow Nicole in her journey to figure out the player's big secret and what girls really want...and need...

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞