Got a secret, can you keep it? Well, this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave. When I show you, then I know you won't tell what I said. 'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Continue on the roller coaster of each of the boy's lives as they journey through the even bigger twists and turns of lies, secrets and betrayal than Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead. Welcome to Pretty Little Liars - One Direction style - the sequel!

***Warning: Scenes of a VIOLENT and SEXUAL content*** His hands were reddened by the blood he shed. His name was blackened by his town's harsh labels. But his heart was pure. And his heart was hidden safely under his leather armor, the armor she helped pry off him. Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover image: @halcyon All Rights Reserved © 2013

"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

Why did he leave? .. Why wouldn't he leave me? I no longer had control of the negative thoughts that clouded my mind, rendering my self control useless. The constant back and forth internal battle always leaves me drained, both emotionally and physically. It's a never ending world war inside my brain. No side ever claims victory or falls in defeat because I am the only fighting opponent. Although I do have battle wounds that stick out like a sore thumb. They may not have scabs visible to the human eye, but my heart and head says otherwise.

What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.