volume 1 of the hannah series "I stole your innocence." "Keep it. I want you to have it." the following contains age-gap, foul language, and sexual situations.

Some people keep secrets. Whether it be not paying your bills, cheating on your significant other, or telling a tall tale to get out of plans. Her secret was just a little different. Not just because it involved guns or knives. It was more about the fact that she was hiding her identity, her life. Yes, she was keeping her secret. Especially from those closest to her.

"Why do you like the rain so much?" "It reminds me that I'm still alive." (Luke Hemmings Fanfiction) Copyright to Ashley Royer. All things written by Ashley Royer unless otherwise stated. Not affiliated with 5 Seconds of Summer or any other characters mentioned. THIS IS NOT THE FULL BOOK. The full book is published with changed names and can be bought wherever books are sold. AVAILABLE NOW WHEREVER BOOKS ARE SOLD. The published version has added chapters and everything has been edited.

"I'll fuck you like a princess , might get rough but I'll take care of you ;)" (Highest Rank: #2 in Fiction) All Rights Reserved 2015 @ Paola WARNING: Readers should be 13+ and above. Book may contain masochism, sadism, erotic scenes, violence and explicit language.

It all started with me being seated at Table 5, With noisy and reckless boys causing trouble in the booth behind mine. All rights reserved © legit-luke 2017

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

"Are you ready?"

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles