It took little time for four year old Harry Styles, and the new kid on the block, six year old Louis Tomlinson, to become the best of friends. The boys spent most of their days together until a tragic mishap a few days before Louis' seventh birthday tears the boys apart in a manner that no one expected. Louis Tomlinson had been kidnapped and the only thing left of him from that day he had spent with Harry was his red knit hat discovered in the snowbanks days after his disappearance. The event shook up the town of Cheshire and rattled Harry Styles for most of his youth. He wondered if he would ever see his best friend again? Would anyone ever see him again for that matter or would Louis remain the boy on the milk cartons and the posters? ----------------Reviews---------------- First Place prize in the Larry category of the 1DBromanceAwards! "This plot was very original! I've never read anything like this! Its brilliant!" ~SaraLovesUnicornsxx "I am speechless... This story is too good, I can't use words to describe." ~MrsOneDirction "Aww, I'm not usually one for boyxboy, but I must admit--this is adorable and good." ~LilithMayNot "More. I have never read something like this. I love it!!" ~1directionsway "I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!" ~TheMilkaWay "One word: oneofthemostoriginalgreathilariousfanfictionsi'veeverread." ~marti_1D © All Rights Reserved 2013

Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

Cinde, that's his name. A slave to his family and to anyone he might know. When the eclipse comes to town the werewolf kingdom's only hope at surviving is gathering in the castle, where a shard of moon rock is perched high, graceful in its standing. When he is banned from the ball however the only thing he can do is sneak in despite his family's knowledge. Everything is going fine, that is until he runs into the king, and finds out they are mates... Then attempts runs away, which does not make King Veldore happy, not at all. "King's don't get rejected Cinde, Alpha's don't get rejected." __________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story a D/s novel and contains noncon. If you don't know what that means please look it up. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

(Book 2 of HomeLess) Domino has always lived his life exactly the way he's wanted to. No one ever stood in his way or bothered to intervene. Unfortunately, his possessive, aggressive, and down-right nasty way of treating people has finally landed him in the big house... And people aren't nearly as easy to berate behind bars.

Mars Kensington has nowhere to go. Forced to attend weekly confessions for being lesbian, she had it with her parents and decided to leave the house. Lost and confused, she was approached by two mysterious women who offered her a once in a lifetime chance to attend Lesbian Academy.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

"Wait, pause. Louis Tomlinson just liked my selfie. What a creep."

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

A painful breakup pushes Kyla Evans to get into a fake relationship with the person her ex-boyfriend hates the most: Seth Everett. But what will she do when the game starts to feel too real? ***** Seventeen-year-old Kyla has sworn off love. After getting dumped all too suddenly by her longtime boyfriend Cedric, she becomes convinced that people are never really who you think they are. So when notorious playboy Seth Everett suggests that Kyla fake date him to get back at Cedric, it seems like the perfect plan... as long as she doesn't end up falling for him. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions cancer, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

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