"I still love her. I've always loved her," "You don't know what you love anymore," Sequel to Let me be the one to save you © 2014 by tacoash. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Michael Clifford is the bad boy with tattoos, piercings, and purple dyed hair. Ashley Johnson is the good girl that falls for the good guys. Michael hasn't ever really cared for girls; only their sex. Ashley has never fallen in love before. Will they both benefit one another? Every bad boy needs a good girl, right?

He held me close that night, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. His hot breath against my skin, as he left small kisses on my neck. His arms wrapped around me, we were so close, it was so wrong. Harry was nearly 19, and I'm only 14, going on 15, I don't see how it could possibly work but there was a connection between us no one would understand -- a connection that even we didn't quite understand. Getting close to Harry meant nothing but trouble, he was a flirt and he had so much more freedom than I had. I was small and delicate, I promise myself to not fall in love again, especially at such a young age.. especially after what had happened last time. "Brooklynn, I promise you... Age is only a number ," his thumb gently caressed my cheek and I closed my eyes and sighed. I pulled his hand back, squeezing it before I let go. "I know," I whispered and pushed myself up and away from the bed. "But it's not right," I said, in a soft, gentle voice, then left. I walked out on him, for his sake and mine, or was I just scared?

Claire Eva Wilson is a fighter. A struggler. Her and her mother are abused every single day. One Directions music helps her escape from her life. She is in love with Niall Horan's voice. Will she fall in love with his actual self? Will she ever be saved from her devastating life?

"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

He broke the promise that would've kept our friendship together. No calls, texts, facetimes, or any signs of communication while he was off at X Factor. So what happens when Niall comes back and expects to be treated the same? Well, what happens is the exact opposite of what he was thinking. I simply ignored his sorry ass- I mean butt. But me being the considerate person I am, gave Niall one more chance at being my friend. Prank War. The prize for the winner is simple, but can change everything in a heartbeat. If I win, I choose where our friendship stands. If Niall wins, he chooses where our friendship stands. So I have one last thing to say to you Niall, before the war begins. Game On, Horan.

**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *FIRST BOOK IN THE "BROKEN" TRILOGY* I looked in my step-father's eyes for a brief second and he was enraged. He looked absolutely crazy, and his look expressed the desire to kill. In less than three seconds, I knew what my fate would be. I was going to die. Ariella Rayne grew up without a real father, and instead with a crazy step-father. One day when he goes too far, her mother makes her go live with her birth father in London. Her father, however, is also Harry Styles’s father. When she meets the boys, they don’t exactly like her. She’s weird and American and Harry is mad at her for something that she cannot control. When they truly get to know her, she falls for one of them. Can they heal her or will Ariella remain broken?

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

Kat Webster was best friends with Niall horan for 13 years. When she and Niall turned 15, Niall set off to fulfill his life-long dream of becoming famous. Him and kat lost contact for 5 years, until she and her best friend/roommate, Kaleigh Rash, ran into a certain curly haired boy bander while trapped in a zoo for one night. They and becomes friends with harry and he introduces them to his best friends/ boy band members and their girlfriends while they are on their american tour. Kat soon finds out that Niall is one of these boys and they finally reunite. Niall decides to finish the tour with Kat and Kaleigh. They all become close friends,especially Kat and Niall. After the tour, Kat and Kaleigh become best friends with the girls, Perrie, Eleanor, and Genesis. Kat, and the whole group go through tough times, happy times, and just times for corny jokes. *************************************************************************************** A/N: since this book is indeed intertwined with another book, I have lots planned *evil smile* Edit: basically I want to choke everytime I think of this book but I'm not going to delete it or even edit it (any more than i have in the past) because memories and wow look how much I've improved and all that shit.