*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.

That stupid, stupid kiss. Why did I have to say anything at all? Why couldn't I have waited a few more minutes? Why did he have to turn his head? Yeah, my name's Harry Styles and I just kissed my best mate on stage in front of thousands of screaming girls with thousands of high speed cameras. And I liked it. DISCLAIMER! All Ideas in this story except for the names and appearances of the characters are mine! This story is copyrighted, meaning I do not allow for any translations, spin offs, or copying. Thanks for understanding.

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...

Marcel Styles is a 19 year old boy from London who attends a college in Indiana. He is the geeky nerdy kid no one likes. He meets a girl who he falls for names Raven. Not only that but he gets tired of being bullied and changes his appearance totally!

Michaela LoveYou is 18 and goes to IUPUI where she meets her roommate who becomes her best friend,and a boy named Niall Horan. They spend quite a bit of time together and Niall realizes Michaela is the one for him. through out the story Niall tries hard to protect and try to get Michaela to be his and only his. But some arguments happen along the way.

Michaela and Selena are both 14 years old and it's there first day of high school. Then they meet these five boys and they both fall in love with two of them. Michaela falls for Niall and Selena falls for Harry. They end up getting married and other things happen. Read the story to find out. ;)

Louis is a bad boy: He's rude, cocky, selfish, angry, jealous, controlling, possessive, and a liar. He shows these actions on anyone that's in his way. Louis is unfixable. He's damaged in the inside because of a rough past. Jade is the good girl on the outside: She's smart, she gets good grades, she's confident, she's fearless she doesn't smoke, she doesn't drink, she doesn't take drugs, she doesn't go to parties, she's sweet, she's honest, she's caring, and the list goes on and on. Jade on the inside: She has fear, anger, insecurities, resentment, regrets, enviousness, defensiveness, eagerness to please, and makes destructive comments. She shows these actions, rarely. Jade is pretending. She's damaged in the inside because of a tragic event. On the outside Louis and Jade are nothing alike but in the inside they are almost the same. Will these two bring out the best or the worst of each other?

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

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?