Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

Stolen pudding cups, flirty police officers, a bag full of weed and a trip to Vegas make for one hell of a bet. [In the process of being edited, some major changes will be made. Please note that I am not British and some things might not be right in regards to language and terms. As I edit I will try to fix them but please feel free to point out mistakes if you are British.] [warning: sexual references/acts, heavy use of profanity, underage drinking, drug usage, and all around illegal activities, basically not a book for anyone under 16] BONUS MATERIAL BOOK "YEAR SIX": http://www.wattpad.com/story/29166960-year-six-bring-it-bitch-bonus-material OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK http://8tracks.com/blissonwattpad/bring-it-bitch-soundtrack None of these events actually took place (as far as I know) this work is purely fictional and I don't condone any of the acts committed in this book. I do not own any of the people used to portray characters. This work is entirely fictional. This story contains my own original ideas, please do not copy. Plagiarizers will be reported.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

"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

❝I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth.❞ Harry doesn't care about the blood on his hands until it's hers. 2017 FEATURED STORY Highest Ranking: #141 in Fanfiction ©chloecorrie 2016-2017

**A new, mature version will soon to be published on my account Alice Dawson and her parents just move into a one-hundred year old house. There has said to be a brutal murder down in the basement. When Alice has to retrieve something from the basement, she feels a presence. She couldn't tell if it was a good, or bad presence. Someone--preferably a young man-- has been speaking to her in her head. She thought she was just imagining things. But, she sees a young man down in the basement staring at her. She blinks, and he disappears. When Alice takes time in investigating, she finds out who was brutally murdered in the basement. Harry Styles.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

What happened to me is something I could never have dreamed up in my wildest imagination. I mean, no one really wakes up in the morning and expects to find a person you connect with so much, and feel a shared magnetism for that it may have you re-evaluating whether you believe in love at first sight. It's even more bizarre that this person is one of the most recognisable people on the planet. One should think of me as so lucky. All I ask is Pretty Please, Don't Pinch Me.. because this is one dream I don't want to wake up from. Ava Sinclair considered herself to be quite a regular twenty year old. That is right up until she runs into one of the most publicly lusted after men. Juggling work, friends and family is hard enough, so when she is thrust into the public eye in such an impromptu manner, she must learn to deal with all the add ons. Yet something much larger and something she doesn't quite understand emerges and she begins to lose all sense of reality. Cover created by the lovely @Ayiah_Jaddo Copyright © 2014 WordsWithGem All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

Ebony & Ivory. Darkness and light. Two ends of the spectrum and somehow Harry Styles finds himself right in the midst of them both. How will he decide? Ebony Saville once considered as being strong willed and independent, though somewhere along the way she has lost a sense of herself. She is stuck in a tired relationship not lacking in routines and resentment, along with an unwavering obligation to stay. Emotionally invested, her attempts at holding on seem more and more futile, and she is faced with the harsh reality of whether she needs to make the life-altering decision to stay and fight for what they had, or to move on. Ivory Oakes is unknowingly unsure of herself, and thrust into a city that takes advantage of girls who are young, naïve and too pretty. She falls adamantly and unapologetically in love with a boy who gives himself to her, but there is only so much of himself that he can give. Will she open her eyes to the truth, or continue to blindly fall further in love? Written in the perspective of two very different girls both unknowingly dating the same boy that the world adores. [Ranked 5th in Fanfics] All Rights Reserved © WordsWithGem 2014

"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