He grabbed my arm, "No." I said as I pulled back, crossing my arms. He looked back at me. "No?" "Nope, not going to happen." He smirked, "We'll see about that."

Sophia will do anything to escape an arranged marriage to the arrogant billionaire, Enrique Monteiro, but he has more control than she knows. ***** Enrique Monteiro, a powerful Brazilian billionaire, has gotten everything he wanted in life. He has looks, wealth, power, and women. He travels in his private jet to negotiate business deals all over the globe. His godly looks and reserved attitude makes seems to pull women in. With just a snap of his fingers, he can get everything he's ever wanted. Everything except Sophia Castello. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by Karen Roberts

A Harry/Niall Fanfiction Summary: Summer Foster is a 18 year old Californian girl who moved to London for college and attracts a certain Irish lads eye and gets involved with the world wide known boy band One Direction. She starts dating Niall, but what happens when she makes a drunken mistake to ruin her relationship with her boyfriend. Will she choose Niall or her new found love? Read to find out in Slept with Styles!

Haley Morris is just a normal girl. One night she's stuck locking up the club. She opened the door and BAM! The next thing you know there is someone lying on the ground. He begins getting up and she recognizes who she just hit. "Hey are you-" Copyrights ©_AyeeKristinith_

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

"I asked curiously, "Anyways...is this boarding school..you know, fun? Boring?" Grace Ross is an ordinary girl who expects ordinary things. She was never popular back home in America, so when she moves to England, she tries her best just to fit in with the other kids in the boarding school. But what happens when her vision of staying out of the way, suddenly spirals her straight into the heart of the drama, secrets, and crushes of this new and foreign school? Unexpected things happen, and Grace is pushed into another world she never imagined for herself. She's introduced to unlikely friends and boys, and sees herself for the first time fitting in. But what happens when she finds herself torn between the school's untouchable hottie, a blond irish cutie, and a curly haired troublemaker? Will her heart be broken, or will she break theirs? Is there a way for everyone to be happy? Or can she pick just one..... *** "Grace.... you have no idea how much fun your going to have here." *** © Copyright 2014, paislydot13 (please don't copy my book w/o permisson.)

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...

Emma Carter just moved into a new town thanks to her mum's new job. And a new town obviously leads to a new school. A school full of gossip, gossip & more gossip. And whats the usual trending topic? Tyler O'Brian of course. The 'Bad boy' of the school. He was also the hottest, coldest, most moody guy there. Emma was the complete opposite. She screamed innocence. She studied, was shy, loved by almost everyone she meets, and always puts people before herself. So what's with the sudden interest that Tyler has with the new girl? (sorry I suck at this kind of thing, please don't let it fool you! Read the story and then judge)

My sister has this really cute boyfriend, who I fell in love with. And she's also going to have a wedding soon. Too bad it won't be too pretty when she finds out the truth soon...