Sassy, bitter, sneaky. It's not Louis fault he's this way. He's been forced to be like this, it's the only thing he can do to feel like he still controls his life. You would be like this too if all you were was a puppet on a string, with modest as the master. He doesn't get a choice, it's not his life anymore. Can anyone help him? Is anyone willing to get close enough to him, the boy who is pushing everyone away.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

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.

Have you ever thought something was missing, or that you can be taken away easily. That nothing can stop some one from snatching you from the life you've always known. This story shows you exactly that and if you keep reading on you'll find out what I mean.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

What if everything you ever wanted came true? Amazing friends, a job that was taking off, and not to mention a super star boyfriend. "I love you, Harry, but my friends will always come first. I can't do this anymore. They need me too much," I said as tears snaked down my face rapidly. "No, we can work through this. They are the strongest people I have ever met, but you are the strongest. Please don't do this," he begged, tears streaming down his own face as well. I shook my head. "Don't forget me. I'll be coming back for you, because I have never been so into somebody before," I tried to lighten the mood by quoting his song. "I love you, Heather. So, so much," he whispered, pressing his lips to mine. "I love you, too." And that, dear diary, is how my heart broke into a thousand pieces. My last date in my date journal.