Life is about to "change" for 18 year old Hannah when she meets a mysterious boy, Harry, who seems to be an expert at hiding secrets.

(Please read the first book, Stealing Every Piece of Your Heart before this one!) Ali and Harry spent months apart and in pain. Harry depressed and yearning to be with Ali again, but management along with not knowing where she's at was stopping him. Though, two people know where she's at... In fact, she's living with them. Ali is pregnant and now living with Louis Tomlinson and his girlfriend Eleanor. Will they be able to hide her from the band like planned or will she be found? How will Ali and Harry's story end? Happily ever after or in tears? _________________________________________ This story is protected under Copyright. All rights reserved to _gottalovecats_ 2013©

[✓] ∥ "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

"But Bailey you need to promise me." I pulled my head back and looked at her. "Promise what?" "That you'll never let someone's death take over your life. That you'll never let it take your life. No matter if it's my death far in the future or an unexpected death in only a few months. Okay?" I nodded, "I promise, Sara." ~ ~ ~ Bailey broke her promise to her older sister. Deaths changed her life and left her mute. All hopes and dreams gone as disorders controlled her life. She thought life had been getting better, years later. That she might be able to live her life okay like this. Until she met him. Harry Styles. A singer in One Direction who's "spiraling out of control." When everything starts to seem hopeless for him, he meets somebody who he thought would change his life for the better. Bumpy roads may be in the way, but in the end. He was right. Follow their journey and learn of Bailey's past in, Speak For Me.

Hey, my name is Ryder Mendez. I'm seventeen years old. My life has never been normal. I got kicked out of school when I was 15. My mum is an alcoholic. My dad ditched us for another woman. My mum kicked me out of our flat because she couldn't cope with me. After that, I met a couple of mates that introduce me to the life I live today. Which is filled with drugs, alcohol, and trouble.. *Sneak Peek* The fact that it was past 11 o'clock at night and we were in the woods didn't help me with my escape. Also, being the clumsy person that I am I tripped over a fallen branch. I tried to get up but my foot was stuck. "Shit." I murmured under my breathe. The feeling of a large hand on my forearm startled me. The figure hoisted me up to my feet. I could only see his silhouette due to the darkness that engulfed us. "Run." His husky voice whispered. "They are close."

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

[Finalist in Watty Awards 2013) He Wasn't a Jerk #2 ⁑⁑ Disclaimer: Probably a lot of grammar issues, along with plot holes and annoying characters. This was written when I was thirteen. Continue at your own discretion) ⁑⁑ You know the story on how One Direction formed, how they got 3rd place on X Factor and how they went on to become a worldwide sensation - right? Victoria Green is now nineteen, working at a local ice cream shop and wallowing in her sorrows. With Louis gone out of her life, Victoria has no other choice than to move on from her first and possibly her only love. A life filled with interviews, paparazzi, drama, heartbreaks, new romances and new places; Victoria has only one thing that's keeping her from destroying herself - Louis. A fake account that Victoria created on AIM turns from a joke to a semi-rekindled online romance with Louis. Has Victoria made the biggest mistake of her life, or will she get her happily ever after she's been searching for with Louis? He Wasn't a Jerk Series: #1: He Wasn't a Jerk Online #2: He Wasn't a Jerk Before #3: He Wasn't a Jerk After All #4: He Wasn't a Jerk In The End

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.

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.

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...