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Nothing good ever happens after midnight.

"You're the light to my dark, the fire to my flame, the key to my destruction."

Highest Rank: Werewolf #1 "Mine" he growls, and spins me around to face him. His face is now only inches away and it catches me off guard. I can feel him all around me, his warm breath on my face, his calloused hands on my body, everything he touches tingles in a delightful and overpowering way. Something deep inside me sparks suddenly, starting off slow like lighting a match, but then grows into a raging fire. I look up at him in shock, what is happening to me? Why is my body reacting to him this way? Why the hell is Jared touching me to begin with? So many questions are swarming in my mind, but none escape my lips. I have no control right now, something inside me does and it wants this. It wants him. His once light green eyes have turned into a deep shade of emerald in a matter of seconds, as if reading my thoughts. He pulls me impossibly closer to him and his lips find my ear. "Mate" He growls huskily sending chills and sparks flying through me. What the hell is happening?! ***** When Stella Riverson's house lights up like a match, the Riverson's are left stranded without a home, all of their belongings lost in the flames. One thing leads to another and they move up north to the town of Sutton, to live with the ever so generous Wells family. Little does Stella know that she is about to be thrown head first into a world she never knew existed. Lies told and secrets kept will unfold before her very own eyes as she reaches reckless and uncharted territory deep within herself. A new town, new house, and a whole new school, where certain things will be questioned, like why is Stella the central point of all the students stares at this new school? Especially the stunningly attractive and mysterious boy she shares a roof with. **WARNING: This story is going under revision, meaning I WILL be making changes to the plot, characters and more. Read at your own risk** Copyright © 2014 by Elena R **COVER MADE BY: isaSecret **

There are things much larger than fate... Louis Tomlinson is a street musician with a minor drug addiction and a ginger cat he sometimes talks to. After a nearly fatal beating, he is saved by a fallen angel named Harry. Louis shows Harry how to live and be reckless, while at the same time finds himself falling in love with the beautiful immortal. But there are dangers that lurk in every corner. Can Louis finally let go of his addiction and get rid of the drug dealer who's after his life? Will Harry ever tell Louis his secret? One that he's kept for hundreds of years? A secret so dark and gratifying, it could cost them thier lives? The boys like playing with fire; its beautiful and bright. Lust, hate, passion, jealousy; it is all very dangerous. Their love is merely a blaze, and they are moths drawn eagerly to the burning element. But if one is not careful, everything could all smolder and burn.

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

A few poems about two people we know as Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Their love isn't easy, some people doesn't even believe in it. But for those who believe with all their heart, just like me, will always love their story. The love story of Larry Stylinson is the most romantic, hard and beautiful story of all time. Enjoy xx

She can see how the boy is running toward her. She can see that the boy is smiling, with his perfect pink lips. She can see the love in the boys green eyes. She can see how his dark brown curls falls down on his face as he runs. In a couple of seconds he is in her arms, where he belongs. She can feel how the warm and caring arms of the boy she loves embrace her. She is now safe, loved and at home. She never knew that being away from him would be that hard. So when she feels that he pulls her even closer to his chest, she finally breaths. A breath that she had hold inside for to long now. She had finally found her safe haven again. The year is 1911 and Hope Radley is the youngest daughter in the family. She is madly in love with the boy with the brown curls and green eyes, Harry. But he is one of the maids son and Hope's mother would never let her daughter love a man from the working class, so Hope hides her love. Until one day when her mothers thinks that Hope should marry a guy named Zachariah. That night Hope runs into Harry's room with tears in her eyes, searching comfort from the man she loves. That night is the start of everything.