He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the door frame, his mouth covering hers in a frenzy of electric kisses. She gasped in shock, ready to fight, then melted as his lips moved across hers. They stumbled back into the room, and Sean barely remembering to kick the door shut behind him. He let go and allowed himself to get lost in her, his hands moving of their own volition. He needed this. He needed her! Sarah lifted her head for air when he grabbed the backs of her thighs, hauling her up and pressing her back to the wall. She wanted to ask what this was about, but when he licked her collarbone, she decided conversation could wait! Sean had Sarah's body wrapped around his in a matter of seconds, and he wasted no time carrying her to her bed. He was kicking off his shoes along the way, sending both flying in unknown directions, and he didn't give a damn! Sarah was tearing at his clothes as much as he tore at hers. She was half naked by the time her mattress was underneath her. She watched as Sean ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the room. She watched the muscles in his chest and abdomen flex and ripple, her racing heart beginning to beat even faster! She sat still long enough for him to pull off the jeans he was wearing, then jumped into his arms, her teeth nipping at his neck as he stepped back.

A ghost destroys Cassandra's life whilst Louis blindly tries to help her keep it together. ● Please note that this story is not well written. I still struggled with writing in english back when I wrote this, and it's not one of my greatest works. I'm keeping this one up as well because I thought the idea around was good. You've been warned.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

People say; without fate there wouldn't be half the love in the world as there is. She fell for the one fate chose. Or was it a prophecy, written for only one of the many humans he had laid eyes on? • BOOK 1 • | HARRY STYLES AU |

**Warning: Story contains a bit of smut & its fair share of bad language** ˜She sat there looking at her hands, a frown tugging at her brows as she thought about what to say next. There are things in this world I wish didn't exist ¦myself included. I was just about to ask her what she meant by that when a loud crackling sounded from under her shirt. Her shoulders pulled back and rounded as if trying to break away from the rest of her body. "Harry, move back!" Her pain filled scream echoed throughout the small room. I did as I was told just in time to see her skin begin to redden and shake. I looked into her eyes...they...they were glowing. How can you tell the truth from a lie? How do you know who you can trust? What would you do to keep yourself safe? What would you give up to keep those you love safe? Safe from the creature after you but also...safe from you. ©2013 R.K. Anne. All Rights Reserved

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"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Avery Clarke is an aspiring, carefree artist that finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. She wakes up to the scent of black coffee covered in blankets in a bed that isn't her own.

Description: Trying something a little different this time. Jasmine knows Louis from college. He's the normal jock from the football team and she's the pretty girl that's not popular. What happens when he gets attacked one night and something changes in him...