The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Shaena Danielle Clark, a normal 18 year old girl growing up in a small town in West Virginia.Just getting out of High School and debating on college or the real world. Always dreaming of exploring London, ever since her uncle went there and told her stories of the places there she’s wanted to go. She’s just a little bit of a rebel with her piercings and a tiny tattoo on her foot. She doesn't really have any objections to music, except one band, That Band, One Direction. She wasn't like most girls who clung onto every word they said and all hung up on them. She really didn't care for them or their music. Bad events cause her world to come crashing down and her to make a rough derision. After leaving the continent in an attempt to start over she comes face to face with THAT BAND. (Cover Credit Goes To @Guy_DirectionersRock)

COMPLETED "Finding love is not your ultimate goal in life, believe me. " Young Alice falls in love with a charming , young and famous boy only to realise that life isn't all sunshines and rainbows. She soon realises that she has to be her own hero. [ THIS STORY STARTED AS A FAN FICTION, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. DON'T COMPLAIN FOR THE EXTRA CHEESINESS IN THE INITIAL CHAPTERS. PLEASE DON'T KILL MY VIBE WITH MEAN COMMENTS. ] All rights reserved with cold_heartx ™ Official trailer on the sidebar----> Warning: Contains mature content. Young readers are adviced to skip those parts.

"I asked curiously, "Anyways...is this boarding school..you know, fun? Boring?" Grace Ross is an ordinary girl who expects ordinary things. She was never popular back home in America, so when she moves to England, she tries her best just to fit in with the other kids in the boarding school. But what happens when her vision of staying out of the way, suddenly spirals her straight into the heart of the drama, secrets, and crushes of this new and foreign school? Unexpected things happen, and Grace is pushed into another world she never imagined for herself. She's introduced to unlikely friends and boys, and sees herself for the first time fitting in. But what happens when she finds herself torn between the school's untouchable hottie, a blond irish cutie, and a curly haired troublemaker? Will her heart be broken, or will she break theirs? Is there a way for everyone to be happy? Or can she pick just one..... *** "Grace.... you have no idea how much fun your going to have here." *** © Copyright 2014, paislydot13 (please don't copy my book w/o permisson.)

Katykat is trying to stay alive for her 4 best friends and her autistic cousin but she goes to a one direction concert and gets to hang out with the boys what happens if she falls for niall? what happens when niall falls for her? will katykat be able to trust not only herself but niall?

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it all! My name is Lily. I'm a 15 year old girl who lives in Doncaster England. Everyday is the same for me, just different consequences. I wake up in the morning, get ready and go down stairs into the tiny kitchen of the dump I'm obligated to call 'home'. I get yelled at for everything. If I didn't clean the dishes, I get called names. But thats not what hurts the most. I also get beatings. Punches in the face and stomach, cuts on my arms and face and bruises all over. The one person that I hate more than my mother, is my father. He caused me this pain. All the times that I almost died of blood loss or because I got hit in the head too hard. My mother ran off when I was 10. Thats when everything went wrong. My father blamed me for her leaving. I'm now emotionally, physically and mentally hurt. I have an alright life at school. No one knows my real life because I'm good at hiding my feelings. My eyes don't show emotion. They stay their original vibrant blue. Let's start the day, shall we? I woke up this morning sore all over my body. I forgot that last night I got threw on the floor and punched in my stomach and sides because when my father got home early last night, I didn't make him his supper. I tried to explain and promised it would never happen again and thats when he beat me. Thankfully I have no scars or bruises on my face. I got into my bathroom that is connected to my room and hop into the shower. I wash up and go brush my teeth. When I'm done, I step over to my closet and pull out my blue and black stripped long sleeve shirt so it covers my bruises, my pre-ripped skinnies and my Supras. For my hair, I just straighten it out. I slip on my heart shaped british necklace and leave for school. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

"To be remembered, you first have to be reckless." The story of a teenage refuge and the boy who remembers her.

[✓] ∥ "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