A series of letters by Niall's little brother, telling him how much he loves him.

A girl named Maddie moved to her new school in London. She met Harry Styles, the popular boy she was in love with him! Until he comes up with the biggest lie to have her unlike him. Harry told everyone he was dating Maddie.... Does she still want to date him after all he has done?

❝Good girls love bad boys.❞

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

Three best friends One bite that changes everything. Rachelle, Kylee and Adrianna are just three girls, girls with dreams, ambitions and soon to be graduated seniors. But when one of them gets sick because she's bitten by a mysterious creature in South Africa can she fight the virus or will she turn into something no one thought was possible. A Zombie.

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...

It was September 13th, 2013. I was sitting on my lawn. It was a warm, summerlike Saturday. I saw my boyfriend running down the street. He was wearing a polo and basketball shorts. When he saw me, he smiled and ran faster. I got up and smiled back toward him. I haven't seen him in a few weeks, because I have school, and he has his concerts and meet-n-greets. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't nervous though, I was overly excited. He rammed into me, and I took in everything. His familiar smell, the warmth of his embrace. We hugged for longer than I could tell we had. I leaned out of the hug and looked into his sky blue eyes. My eyes went over all of his features. His rabbit-like nose, his light pink lips. I leaned in and kissed him. I felt another familiar feeling and warmth. OUr lips moved in sync, like we were meant for each other, like fitting puzzle pieces. I sighed and leaned back out. "I missed you," I whispered. "I missed you too." He pulled me into his arms again. I didn't want to leave him for that long ever again. You might be wondering why he has meet-n-greets and concerts. Well there might be one name that might explain. Niall Horan, is my boyfriend. I know, you could call me lucky. But, I don't see him as Niall Horan, the boy from One Direction. I see him as the boy I love.

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.

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.