"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

Bella was a damaged girl, she needed someone to be there for her, to protect her, to love her... but how could anyone ever love her scars?

"I can't take it anymore" "Take the pain and suffering away" "I have nothing left to lose" You say I have so much to live for, but I can't even think of a reason. The life of Rory stays behind closed doors, behind the damage is a young girl who wants to be able to walk outside with a real smile. To enjoy life. Things get rough and painful. But when a real 'Payne' comes along everything shifts to a new level. ****Explicit Content ***** You have been warned, there are many graphic scenes. If you are not comfortable with it, then do not read. There is some mild language as well. Please Note: Liam is portrayed as character and nothing more. This is not how I view Liam of course. This is all a work strictly a work of fiction. I mean no harm or anything else towards Liam, Harry, Leighton or any other celebrity used in this story. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Copyright ⓒ : Roraline Crawford ™ 2013 Do Not Steal Please

Millions, no trillions, of questions raced through my wandering mind. Why is this happening to me? Why now? How will the boys react? Will I make it? ... Am I going to get my wish of being with my mother again?... Many people always said "be careful what you wish for", and now I see why. I spent the last ten years of my life wishing I was dead, wishing my life would be over, but three words, "You have cancer", changed everything: I don't want to die: I want to live. The ironic thing is that it took a death sentence to make me see the value of life. And now that I actually want to live, I'm probably going to die, but I guess that's just life, right?