My name is Mara Silverman. My mom was the beta. My dad was the pack warrior. They were killed when I was ten. Everyone blamed me. I became an omega. I was abuse and beaten. My brother helped and laughed. On my 16th birthday I found my mate. He rejected me. (Soon to be alpha Felix.) What did I do? I ran away as fast as I could. One year later I had to come back. I didn't want to. I hated that pack. But I have a secret. Anyone who knows wants me. So here is my secret. Vampire blood runs through my vanes. But my parents are full blood werewolves. But what if they aren't my real parents? I'm supposed to be the ultimate fighter and queen? But who can I trust? Will I chose my mate that rejected me? Will I chose my second mate? Read my story and find out.

Emma Murphy was just diagnosed with a life-threatening disease and only had one last wish- to meet Harry Styles. Her wish came true, and Harry forms a strong connection with her. He makes a vow to keep her strong, healthy, and alive. Will love be enough to make Emma overcome her sickness? Will the couple be able to have the forever-after they have always wanted? © 2014, alyloves1direction ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

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...

First imagine ever. I'm thinking about making it longer but idk :/ x

Like any serious love stories, most end in happiness. El thought she was in love. She had the perfect life: She was dating Harry Styles, from the famous boy band, One direction. Her best friend was Liam Payne. She never thought about leaving until what happened that one night. She left, never turning back. That's when she reconnects with Connor. Things went from good to bad, bad to worse. When Harry comes back into her life suddenly and they fall madly in love again. So it seems. *** This story is an extreme trigger warning book, it has thoughts of suicide, abuse, self harm, and much more. I do not advise anyone to read this story if they do not like this stuff. As a suffer from a mental disease, if anyone every needs to talk, don't be afraid to stop by my inbox if you need to talk. I'll be here for each and every one of you guys, I promise. I know how much a person you can confide in truly helps. I promise we will get through this together.

----COMPLETED---- Christi Bryan had a very painfull past and she doesn't even wanna think about boys. Is that going to change after she meets Niall Horan who is obviously into her,but she's the only one who can't see that? Will her memories allow her to love and be loved? Or are they going to shut her down forever? Is Niall going to be able to make her happy and save her from fading away? Only one way to find out! A unique One Direction/Niall Horan fan-fiction. Only on Wattpad.

'You just had to have more candy. You couldn't just wait until tomorrow to get it Nooooo. You had to have it now.' Pulling my jacket closer I was steadily regretting my decision to get run out and get some chocolate. It was so cold and dark, did I say it was cold? The shadows were racing all around the tall buildings. Only two more blocks to go and I'm home sa- 'CRASH' Oh god, what was that. I'm going to die, going to die, DIE. I Jonny McClaire am scared out of my everloving mind. My breath getting quicker causing little puffs of steam to come brusquely out of my parted pink, slightly chapped lips. 'CRACK' The sound of skin meeting bone echoed in the alley ahead of me. 'It's just some rowdy teenagers trying to be tough, that's all it is.' Even I couldn't convince myself. Shoving my recently purchased candy bar into my purse, I cautiously stepped forward. Might as well see what the fuss was about, right? Every fiber in my body was telling me to turn around and go the other way, yet I felt drawn to the shadowed alley. 'You're going to regret this Jonny, turn around, go back to your warm flat and read that book you've been dying to open.' But no, my stubborn self just had to see what was in that alley, even if I got hurt. Oh, was that an understatement.

A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.