He was disturbed, cruel and a chaotic mess. He was like the dark; distant. He always seemed so confident and carefree, you could see it the way he carried himself, but was he really all that? He was a dead man walking, selfishly using people for his own benefit. It had always been like that, when was the time for a change? She was the opposite; a blooming red rose in a field of daisies. She was generous - she kept overwatering plants simply because she didn't know when to stop giving and her laughter wasn't any less than a blessing. She sought the good in people and often ended up with salty cheeks from the many disappointments life offered her. "I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter *** Warning: This story will contain mature content such as sexual content, strong words and violence.

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

pos·ses·sive adjective 1.demanding someone's total attention and love. No matter what his consequences are... --------------------------------------------------------------- Ella was a nobody in the large town of London yet she caught Harry's attention. After she's kidnapped and forced to except she'll never escape she begins to fall for her kidnapper, much like stockholm syndrome.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I asked, my voice no longer loud, barely a whisper. "Why should I be?" He said, his voice equally as hushed now - yet it was clear that he remained furious. "I'm the prince in this kingdom. Everything I do is right." [I don't write conventional endings. If you're looking for fairytales it would be best to move on. Don't say I didn't warn you]

Marcel Styles is your average nerd. But beneath the nerd, there's a heart. A heart that just wants to be loved. Ember Rockmore is your average teenage girl. But beneath the girl, there's a heart A heart that almost stopped. When Ember Rockmore moves out to Cedar Hills, she expects to be able to start over. She wants to forget her past. Change her life. What she doesn't expect to do is to change someone else's life. Enter Marcel Styles. Lived in Cedar Hills all his life and never once made a single friend. Well except for his Russian nanny. But soon all of that changes when a tall, blonde girl walks into his English Classroom. Marcel is that someone else. But just when you think you have heard it all, Marcel has one more secret tucked neatly in his pocket. This secret could kill, and it has. Take a journey with Marcel and Ember. Find out what they're hiding beneath those thick lenses, and the beautiful blue eyes.

Harry is a regular school boy in high school. He doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't have any friends, he has no one. He sits by himself and draws in his text books. He always listens to music. He always reads in the library at break time. During his recess break, he finds a number written on the shelves from another person, he wrote it down in his book and erased the number off the shelf. When he gets to his apartment, Harry inputs the number in his contacts and thats the only number on there. No one knows his got the number and this person doesn't either. But what happens when he sends a text? He doesn't know the gender of this person and neither does the stranger. What happens when they keep texting each other?

His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold her, care for her, but most of all, love her. idekPayne©

[Harry Styles AU] "Adeline. . . Who are you talking to, sweetheart?" The mother nervously gripped her apron as she watched her daughter speak to no one in particular. "Mommy, I made a new friend! He says people call him misfit, but only I can call him Harry." • All the red flags she ignored. Moving into a new town, buying the abandoned house right in front of the tall forest. Her daughter was not safe. But, it was too late. His eyes were set on her. Claiming her. She would be his forever. » slow updates for now «