After a long wait on a transplant list, Lily has finally received her heart. She finds that there are strings attached and is faced with challenges surrounding her relationships and her life. How can you love someone when your heart beats for another?

"I've never wanted more, until I met you." Warning: This book contains violence and sexual content. © 2014 All Rights Reserved

Harry Styles is broken, but his strength never ceases. He's been through hell the past three months and everything is going to change once he sees his brown-haired girl walking the campus. Beth Jones is confused and feels she isn't being told something about her past. She doesn't remember the past two years of her life, but what happens when her curly-haired lover re-enters her life again after her accident resulting in memory-loss? What happens when Harry meets Beth again? Will she be afraid of him or will she give him a chance? The only thing that stands in their way is time. This is a continuation/sequel of Bad Blood. I highly recommend you read that book first before starting this one. (Warning! This book contains anger, violence, and sexual content. Please read at your own risk.)

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.

maybe he can help me touch.

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

A psychologist is handed the case of an alcoholic father who is concerned for his young daughter and her abnormal shyness. The four year old has been suffering social anxiety since her mother left. The child specialist is astounded by the love that bonds the two despite his seemingly cold and heartless way of treating others. So much so, she finds herself compelled to look further into their untold story, far beyond what is required of her. And in doing so, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. completed. warning: will contain mature content of various natures. all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts.

Trust is like a paper, once crumpled; it'll never be the same ever again.

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.