This is the sequel to Breathing. Highest ranking in FanFiction so far #32.

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

H.S AU. Clover's Family have weird beliefs and a deep rooted culture that has weaved its traditions into this family are now being laid upon her. She had seen it happen all around, but never did she expect her parents would do it to her too. But they do. Arranged marriage. Two words which don't really occur in this modern world anymore, but within this family it is a complete normality to have girls married off into a strangers house to fulfil the role of a wife, and once you're married-- there's no going back. So what happens when her family decide to marry her to a wealthy, rude, uptight, and downright mean, man, with enough secrets to fill a novel. Read to find out in Arranged With Style.

[Featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine!] Have you ever heard that phrase 'Living the Life of Riley?' It's a reference to a life that's carefree and easy. People assume my life is like that. Friends, college, hot boyfriend, the world on a silver platter. What a load of crap. My friends are questionable, college is a drag and my hot boyfriend? Turns out he's a cheating son-of-a-bitch who has left God knows what in my C U Next Tuesday. These are the things I'm contemplating as I stress out in the crowded waiting room of the campus walk-in clinic.

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.

This is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]