DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

Clair and her friend Estelle were ordinary 14 year old girls. One night when they went bowling with some friends, Clair caught the eye of Harry. Not an ordinary Harry, but the Harry Styles. Liam also takes notice of Estelle too. When Harry and Liam think they have found the loves of their lives, they and the other boys create a crazy plan to make these girls think the same.

"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. - Frederick Douglass" To me he was that storm but do birds really sing after a storm?

❝And if you're ever feeling lonely just look at the moon, someone, somewhere is looking right at it too❞ Desiree ''Dessie'' Lock is probably the biggest Theic in the universe, thanks to her mother who gave her tea since she was a toddler. She loves to read on her cold bedroom floor next to the balcony, swallows and the sweaters that her grandmother knits for her every Christmas and Birthday. Above all she had her life planned out for her by her parents. Elliot ''Liot'' Sword drinks coffee all day long. By lunch time he would have already downed five cups. He loves to draw when he has some spare time and the needed supplies, tattoos and he never goes anywhere without his torn jeans and American flag bandana. Above all he didn't have his life planned out for him. He lived day by day and didn't give a damn about the future. So what happens when one night Desiree spots Elliot in an unusual situtation from her balcony? cover by -unstable

Hope is a sensitive and sensible girl.She lives in London with her mother.One day her brother comes home from New York for his last day at University and brings along with him his mates.Zayn,Niall,Louis and Harry.Bad boys.They like parties and getting drunk.Hope remains day dreaming at one boy.Harry.He is bad boy and has tatoos all over his body also changes mood every minute.He's hot and has a beutiful body.One night,Harry remains at home with Hope because her mother works abroad......what will happen?What will happen to Hope?Hope discovers a secret his father had.Which secret?

meet charlotte, she is your average teenager, the best friend and the boyfriend james mcvey. but when he goes off on tour someone steps in. harry styles. a beach and a baby AND a big white wedding? but when james comes back does everything change? THIS STORY HAS SEXUAL CONTACT AND STRONG LAUNGAGE.

Iridesca is a quiet, shy girl: she's homeschooled, lives in a small town in the south and hardly ever leaves her room. The only thing that keeps her sane is music; playing the piano and singing is what she loves. The only connection to the outside world is through the internet, where she posts videos of her singing. She's a YouTube legend for two reasons: One—she has an incredible voice; and two—no one knows who she is. They don’t know her name, not even what she looks like, as every video she posts, only her chest-down is visible. She’s just known as The Cover Girl, and she’d like to keep it that way. But when her angelic voice steals the heart of a certain British boy band member, he starts to get curious and begins putting the puzzle pieces together. He’s determined to discover who The Cover Girl really is and hopefully sweep her off her feet like she did him.

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

What happened to me is something I could never have dreamed up in my wildest imagination. I mean, no one really wakes up in the morning and expects to find a person you connect with so much, and feel a shared magnetism for that it may have you re-evaluating whether you believe in love at first sight. It's even more bizarre that this person is one of the most recognisable people on the planet. One should think of me as so lucky. All I ask is Pretty Please, Don't Pinch Me.. because this is one dream I don't want to wake up from. Ava Sinclair considered herself to be quite a regular twenty year old. That is right up until she runs into one of the most publicly lusted after men. Juggling work, friends and family is hard enough, so when she is thrust into the public eye in such an impromptu manner, she must learn to deal with all the add ons. Yet something much larger and something she doesn't quite understand emerges and she begins to lose all sense of reality. Cover created by the lovely @Ayiah_Jaddo Copyright © 2014 WordsWithGem All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.

Mia's mouth practically dropped open when she saw the familiar face walk through the door way. It was Harry, the boy she'd been crushing on for years. She loved the way he brushed his dark curls out of his face, how his dimples popped out and his green eyes lit up when he smiled. He was perfect to her. But what could she do about her mother falling in love with his dad? *Completed*