"Time". Noun. 1. The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present and future regarded as a whole. I was just a girl. I was short. I was a grown adult and I still got acne. If you looked hard enough one of my ears was higher than the other. My hair always looked frizzy. I always had bags under my eyes. I was just a girl. Until one night. Until that fateful night when my brown eyes met blue ones. And there was no turning back.

Things have been going well for Sebastian, Addy and Lexie... Maybe a little too well. L.

[ his love roared louder than her demons. ] •••• She's missing. His bones ache in her absence. He never knew how much he needed her- how much he needed her to control the voices- until she's gone. And now he may never get her back. •••• 2nd book in the winter series- COMPLETED ***i encourage you to check out my more recent stories: Captured and Sane. this story is old and the writing is hod awful

I don't like One Direction. So can someone please tell me why I'm stuck on a game show with the five boys who have stolen millions of girls' hearts?

Lauren was an ordinary girl. Or at least that's what she aspired to be. But when you're the sister of a famous performer, privacy is a luxury. Throw in a youtube account where no one can tell who she is, and you've got a recipe for disaster. How can Lauren juggle being a famous sibling, a youtuber, and an ordinary college girl? Especially when a member of One Direction sticks his nose into her business. And Miley Cyrus thought she had it hard.

The Sequel to Your Good luck charm, What really happened over that Summer? What is Lucy hiding? Something changed, something big. But unknown to all, something far, far worse is about to happen to all of them. To someone they love dearly.

[PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN] Hate - /hāt/ - the only thing that Louis and I have in common between each other; besides being tied for most popular in school They say time kills everything. Love, life, laughter, and even pain – but it couldn’t kill what we had. We held the one exception. The single feeling we retained since meeting in Year 9 that never left, it defied time. Hate. Through the three years that we had known each other, our hatred didn’t die out like many expected. With time, it only intensified. While others spent their last year in high school making “memories that would last a lifetime”, we were planning one thing. The only thing four years came down to in our eyes – How to prevail against each other in the popularity factor, once and for all. For popularity, I’ve cheated, lied, and rebelled, so I didn’t see any problems in doing so; apparently neither did he. We’ve both broken rules before, but what neither of us anticipated – was that one school camping trip was all it would take, to alter everything. “Three weeks aren’t going to change anything.” There Kat, is where you were wrong. [cover is by me] Copyright © 2013 LondonStylesxx ALL RIGHTS RESERVED