"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

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.

Jade Winters has it rough; found out her boyfriend was cheating on her with her brother, lost her virginity to a guy she barely knew, got pregnant, moved to Liverpool to escape her family, and is a stripper to pay for the costs of being a young mom. She can't trust anyone, until she meets the mysterious Harry Styles who helps her open up to him about the past and what she wants for the future. When everything is going perfectly for her and her new family, the one thing she cares about gets taken away from her. All she knows is that she needs to fight for her baby mainly but keep the mysterious man in her reach, cause he knows that the love Jade has for people is everlasting. ••• He kissed me even though I wanted to, he knew what was going to happen. “I’m Jade...” I said to break the silence. “I know,” he said laughing and looking out the road. “You already told me.” “When?” I asked confused. “At the centre,” he said smirking and looking at me. My cheeks turned pink and I started to laugh. “I thought you couldn’t hear me...” I chuckled. “Well there is a lot you don’t know about me huh?” he said. He then turned and looked at me. “For one, Imma great listener.” “I betchu are...um...” I said. Shit, he never told me his name. “Harry,” he said laughing. I thought that suited him. He was built like a Harry, looked like a Harry, he was Harry. He then pulled his hand towards mine and held it. His long fingers went through mine. He intertwined his fingers in mine and held it while his other hand was steering the wheel. I took a minute to look at him. He was wearing a grey beanie and had some long brown curls tucked in it. He was also wearing a grey shirt that had a front pocket on it that scripted a heart and said ‘Lover’ inscribed. He was also wearing black trousers and black shoes. He looked perfect in a way.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.