{C O M P L E T E D} "I like the curly haired one. Harry." Presley Davis had no idea that sentence would change her life. She had gotten famous over a YouTube video she did as a dare. Now shes making many videos and has a lot of fans. But what she doesn't know is that shes got her own stalker. Harry Styles. What will happen when these two cross paths? {Undergoing major editing}

"We'll start the bids at one million!" My heart was racing, please let this be some horrible nightmare. Everything was silent except for some murmurs going on somewhere farther in front of me. "Let us see her eyes!" Someone exclaimed and I heard footsteps approach me. My hair was pulled, causing my head to fall back and slam into what felt like bars. The cloth that blinded me was loosened and fell down. There was a bright light shining on me, I squinted my eyes and looked ahead. There were bars, I was trapped in what looked like a giant bird cage. I was on display on a stage for a crowd of strangers, each one of them wearing a mask like you would in a masquerade. "Two million!" "Five million!" Bids flew around the room, I could feel myself trembling, I had to hold back my tears. "Twenty million!" Someone called out and I couldn't see who did, but it silenced the entire room. "Twenty million going once, twenty million going twice..." No one wanted to make a higher bid. "Sold for twenty million! Take her to the back boys." (Fanfiction : #213)

When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "Then what is?" There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us. "Not who but what...what am I?" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014.

"you're mine." "i'm what?" In which a girl meets a boy in otherworldly events who is far from normal. {harry styles} highest ranking: #288 in fanfiction-12/14/2016

Kidnapped; by one of Britain's most wanted. Stuck; in a mansion with 15 "dolls". AKA, "Daddy's little girls" and each and everyone has an individual reason to be there. And now it's Keegan's time to pay a visit, insisted by yours truly. Britain's most wanted: Harry Edward Styles. "Daddy's home!" The door creaked open as a tall, lean man stepped into our presence. "Hello, baby dolls."

"It was your love that got us into this mess" she said, running her hands over my shoulders. "Well, baby, it's going to be yours that gets us out of it" I said quietly. ~ Sequel to Excessive WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

"I'm glad you came," He said in a low, husky voice, "I thought you wouldn't." Quickly I stood up, taking a step backwards, a step away from him. But while I did that, he took a step towards me and before I knew it, he stood right in front of me. "Hi (YN)," He whispered, like it was almost risky to talk, that nobody may hear you. "What do you want?" I asked as I became afraid of the things people told me, "Stay away from him." Their voice filled my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut as I bit my lip, why did I even go here? "Hey," He said softly as his thumb carefully stroked my cheek, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Was he lying? Or spoke he the truth? Could I trust him? No, I couldn't. Quickly I walked out of the dark hall in the school building, away from him, hoping I'd stay away from him forever, if I could stand that... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A love story about dangerously, love, trust and promises, it all happened to me. ~ Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0jkB_u1lAs&feature=youtu.be

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[Book 1 Completed] Every child has an imaginary friend, but for her imaginary friend was real. A living, breathing, psycho who's constantly battling to stay grounded to this thing called sanity. But only she could keep him there. ©StylesInWonderland WARNING: This Book content has some grammar and spelling errors that will be fixed one day. I was thirteen when I wrote this and now I am eighteen and a better writer. Also extreme violence and possibly curse words. Book 2: 'Our Monster' is out check my profile for the info.