Sequel to "The Worst"

||book 2 of the akotw trilogy|| For now, things are going perfect for Channing and Niall... but things never stay perfect for long - especially when some of Channing's biggest demons of her past aren' t willing to give up on dragging her back to Hell. When monsters from her past resurface, Niall learns that Jeff has some friends in high places. A kidnapping, more abuse, and more suffering awaits them-- not to mention the psychological damaging and emotionally draining flashbacks that Channing begins to suffer every time Niall and her attempt to be intimate. What will happen to the friendship shared between Louis, Harry, and Jetta after one night they manage to take things a bit too far? Even though both boys manage to hold a piece of her heart, in the end she will have to choose one... or will she? Will her possible inability to choose destroy their friendships entirely? Or will it bring them closer than they've ever been...?

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

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...