Book 4 wowwwwwwwwwwwwzaaaaa

Rachel Blair had sworn off ever being in a proper relaionships. After a few bad experiences that lead her to believe that she just wasn't meant to be with anyone she found a job being a Decoy date. For this homeless girl, living the life of a rich and famous persons fake girlfriend was everything she had dream having. She got all the perks of being in a relationship but she didn't have to worry about the emotional stuff, that was until she found out who her first date was with. What is the reason that Niall Horan from One Direction needs a decoy date? Can Rachel keep emotions out of this relationship? Or is she destined to have her heartbroken by 1/5 of the hottest boy band in the world.

I wouldn't be able to forget all the little things from my son. His first word. His first footstep. His first piece of hair. But the guilt is eating me away, because his father doesn't know. His father doesn't know that there is another piece of blood related to him on this Earth. Even though his father is a natural popstar. -Mia Lovenburg © COPYRIGHTED ANTONICE LEA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS MATERIAL CONTAINS FEDERAL COPYRIGHT. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE PRODUCED OR SUBMITTED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM UNTIL OTHERWISE PROVEN AND WRITTEN FORMALLY BY ANTONICE LEA. trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csd7eviUbHc&feature=youtube_gdata [[this was one of my first fanfics and well have all had that terrible fanfic so if you like my other stories dont read this bc its shit and not like my other ones. yeah so good luck if you want to, its terrible though]]

Tag along on the special journey that Liam and Mia share when the news is unfolded that they will include a little one in there lives! Begin the adventure of witnessing the ups and downs of a strong relationship coping with a pregnancy, the symptoms, the doctor appointments, the baby shower, the tear-jerking moments, just about every aspect of there lives will begin to change once they welcome a little Payne into the world.

Just a small series of imagines with random scenarios of how a relationship with the boys of One Direction, Matt Healy, Dylan O'brien etc. would play out. just wrote chapters along with the settings. Most are fluff scenes, hope you enjoy! x

What would you do if you were poor - like, nearly-living-on-the-streets kind of poor,- and you somehow end up stuck at the London shopping center with none other than a famous boyband during one of England's biggest recorded snow storms? Problem is, you've never heard of these boys before, ever, and you don't really want anything to do with them. Having enough to deal with back at home with only a alcoholic mother and two three-year old siblings is enough. But when one bandmember falls for you and offers you the unexpectable, how can you refuse? -hey follow me on twitter @miniturdx- new account as of august 2015! i'll be more active on twitter than this account :)

When Maliah's best friend Milo dies of bone marrow cancer, she finds her world crashing down onto her shoulders. With Milo's wealthy parents moving on from their sons death just as quick as it came, and her own family relying on her for everything, Maliah wouldn't mind disappearing for a year or two. Coincidentally Maliah lays her hands on letters written to her by Milo in his last days that were being thrown away. Milo gives Maliah the gift of travel, wanting to send her all around the world and away from the troubles he knew she had. At first the idea sounds marvelous, until Maliah is face to face in the middle of New York City with a photographer who has lost his muse and was in debt with Milo. Somehow the opposing two will have to travel together and figure themselves out or else it's back to their home life for the both of them. © all rights reserved // AllTheLittleLights

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.