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Pia Logans (15) zit op een kleine school. Wanneer een nieuwe jongen bij haar op school komt, ligt haar leven overhoop. Ze heeft nooit iets moeten weten van jongens, maar het lijkt alsof deze haar in zijn macht heeft. ze doet dingen die ze zelf nooit zou doen, maar ze kan niet anders. Haar 'Loverboy' heet Harry. Harry Styles (17) Zijn achtergrond is ook niet al te braaf. Lees ook mijn andere boeken: Unexpected, Hole New Life en Wolvenkamp!

Dit verhaal gaat over 2 meisjes ; Camille Contoi (20) en Joanna Buckley (19) . Ze wonen allebij in Wolverhampton . Buren . Camille is een enorme fan van One Direction . Een echte Directioner . Joanna is niet zo voor de Boyband . Eigenlijk voor geen enkele Boyband . Ze maakt liever haar eigen muziek . Ook draagt ze een groot geheim mee . Hoe kan ze zoiets voor haar beste vriendin verzwijgen ? En wat gebeurd er op het concert ? Kunnen de meisjes ooit dit trauma vergeten ? Hoe reageren Harry, Liam, Zayn, Niall en Camille als ze de waarheid horen? Zullen Louis en Joanna een echte broeder-zuster band krijgen? Zullen Harry en Camille te maken krijgen met vlindertjes in de maag? DE MEISJES EN DE JONGENS VAN ONE DIRECTION MAKEN NOG VEEL MEE! KOM HET TE WETEN IN HET BOEK! :) Lees snel verder om de antwoorden te weten . ---------------------------------------------- Volg me ;) En als je een rol wilt in mijn boek, volg me EN stuur me een privebericht!!! XxxNinaxxX

Saartje's leven is moeilijk. Haar stiefvader dwingt haar om seks met hem te hebben, terwijl ze een vriendje heeft! Maar alles veranderd als er iets vreselijks gebeurd met haar...

Description: "Diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life" In this story about Diana Nightingale, it matters that you realise, that most of us, if life throws us into the corner hard enough, can do horrible things. And maybe that's what Diana is planning on doing. Most students call her weird, while teachers say she's a sweet and happy girl. Her parents aren't exactly the.. loving..kind of parents. They would most likely call her stupid or a bitch. But what do people know? Maybe she was normal. Whatever 'normal' means. Maybe she was depressed, tired of everything, exhausted, or maybe the opposite? Maybe something right inbetween? “Actually, we never know someone. We barely even know ourselves.” Based on One Direction's song, Diana.

Dear No One, This is going to be like some sort of journal/diary for me. If you want to read, go ahead. If you don't, then don't. I don't really mind. I'm going to write anyway. Lots of Love, Thory

Deel één van het hopeloze liefdesleven van Jennifer en Louis. Jennifer wordt thuis mishandeld door haar vader, maar weet het nog aardig goed te verbergen voor de mensen op haar school. Maar als ze door haar docent geschiedenis samen met Louis aan een project moet werken, wordt haar hele leven totaal in de war geschopt.

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

"Who are you?" I managed to choke out. "And what do you want from me?" "Asking a lot of questions, are we?" The tall man chuckled. "Let's have some fun shall we" He grabbed my neck and pushed me up against the wall. I had no chance to get away from him. He was too strong. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was terrified, scared shitless. "L-leave me alone!" I yelled, trying to sound confident. I immediately regretted it. "Ooh, you're feisty," He moved his head closer to my neck. "I like that" He seductively whispered. Tears started to stream down my face. "Come on doll, let's bring you home. The boys will absolutely love you" He let go of my neck, causing me to drop to the ground. "N- no! Get away from me! Leave me the fuck alone!" I cried, grabbing my throat wich burnt like hell from all the pressure he had put on it earlier. "Now now, pretty girls don't curse" He stated, an evil smirk plastered on his face. "Get away from me asshole!" I shouted, jumping up to my feet, trying to make a run for it. He smashed me into the wall, "What did you just call me?" He hissed. What the fuck? Hissing? Are you fucking kidding me? "I could just snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to" He smirked again. "N- no, please don't hurt me. Please" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. I can't die, I'm only 19 for fuck's sake. "No promises" He grinned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jennifer Hadley was just a nineteen year old dancer. She lived in a flat with her best friend, Elena McKenzie, also a dancer. Their flat wasn't big nor small, it was a regular size, perfect for two young adults. But they lived near the dangerous side of London, and the dance studio was at the other side. What happens when two worlds of good and evil come across? And what if something, or someone, supernatural, gets involved in all of this?