Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

"I told you Colton. I don't like bad boys." "All I need is seven days Janey, I can make you fall in love with me in a week." "And if you don't?" I asked. He looked me over, busting out his million dollar smirk. "I will." Copyright © 2014 IziKing. All rights reserved.

"Submit." The word sounds harsh and passionate. The man acts so bipolar, and it was attractive. "No," I answer, turning my head away from him. Unfortunatley, he uses it as an advantage and brings his lips to my neck, planting small kisses everywhere and leaving a trail burning like fire. I squirm against the wall, biting my lip to keep a moan from escaping. "Luce, darling," he whispers, his hot breath fanning onto my skin. I gasp, "Oh, please!" "Tell me," he demands. I lightly shake my head, denying his request. "Baby," his kisses continue to my jaw. "Give in." I can't stay away any longer, I press my chest into his, and manage the words that will give my mate and I pleasure, "I belong to you in everyway; I'm yours."

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...

I don't like One Direction. So can someone please tell me why I'm stuck on a game show with the five boys who have stolen millions of girls' hearts?

Ashton Irwin, drummer of 5SOS. Any girl would like to date him. He used to mess around with many many girls. But, since he met Chrysanthi, he must forget all of his past and obey to her will.

"Listen to your heart, but don't forget your brain - 'cause a broken heart cannot function properly." Ever since her dad left her mom for another woman, Alex has stopped believing in the concept of love. She'd rather spend her days alone than pining after a guy, thank you very much. Until Mr. Player, aka Dylan Kennedy. It all begins with a party, a silly game of truth-and-dare, and a kiss; and soon enough Alex finds herself falling for none other than Mr.Player's charms, something she must avoid at all cost; nothing but heart-break will come off it. Dylan doesn't know why he wastes his time on hot-headed Alex. She's nothing special, so why does he find her so immensely intriguing? What happens when Alex and Dylan, two people who thought they were incapable of loving anyone slowly start to fall for each other. Will it lead to love or hate? Find out in Love, Hate & Mr. Player.

My eighteenth birthday... A day in which is suppose to be special, the day I become a young adult. The day in which I should never forget and boy will I never forget the events that took place that day. It was the day my parents told me I would be marrying the son of my parents rival company. Not only did this arrangement happen before I was even born, I have no say in what I want. I have to grin and bear having to be married to a complete jerk! So what if he is mouth wateringly hot?! He is an ass! Pervert! Womaniser! You name it, he is it! If this is not bad enough, I learnt that my whole life has been a lie. My parents do own a shipping company, but I never would of guessed they were involved in the mafia! Not only that, my supposed fiance is the King of all mafia in America. I wish my family and I never left France those 2 years ago!