"You were merely the dolls on strings...the...show. Unlike any other show, you didn't rehearse, oh no no no. You see you are puppets, you are controlled by strings. And those strings my dear sweet Adriana Styles, are controlled by management. You only have his last name for a year. He doesn't love you honey. He loves your fame. He loves your money. Harry loves the idea of what you can give, but not you yourself."

Disparate Youth is a novel told in the point of views of four teenage friends, or at least that's what it used to be. [PG - 13 for heavy use of drugs, intoxication, sexual references, and adult situations.]

Are you obsessed with the fantastic youtuber colliscool? Do you want to become the bin in the fangirl office? (credits to the lovely @colltron for this sentence♡) Do you want to become coll's trash? If yes, you're at the right place, this my friend is a guide to become coll is cool trash. Enjoy becoming trash☻ Copyright © 2015 by @hurri-cane (book #1 in the "how to: trash" series)

"Have you ever noticed when you're driving through the lashing rain and you reach a bridge, the downpour stops. Everything slows to silence. It's almost peaceful. In that moment it seems like all will be okay. But then, You crawl out from under the security of your bridge, and every bullet of rain hits you just a little harder than before. You were my bridge."

Hannah Williams was in 10th grade by then. She has been bullied since 4th grade. She's been through a lot but her sister helped her get through it. And you know who are these GUYS that bullied her? Well, they're names are Taylor Caniff, Cameron Dallas, Matthew Espinosa, Nash Grier, Carter Reynolds and Shawn Mendes. Tough guys huh. But not for long, everything changes once Hannah makes her decision. Read to find out more! (Just a disclaimer: I did not correct all the errors just because how cringey this story is so please bare with me if there's a ton of them. Thanks!)

in which a popular singer faces abuse and everyone assumes his life is perfect.

"I don't think that would be very appropriate Mr. Styles." I stated hoping he would hand over my phone and let me leave his classroom. He let out a quiet groan after I said that making my eyes widen in terror. "As much as I love the way Mr. Styles rolls off your tongue, I think I would prefer the sound of you calling me daddy."

On a hot summer day in August, I decided to write some cute imagines to melt your heart :)

He kept circling and circling his fingers inside me. I couldn't take it. I needed him now. "Jack please", I moan. "Babygirl that's not my name." "Daddy please."