"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

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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?*

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Valerie, "enjoyed" a fucked up life. Since young, she suffered from beatings and tortures from her abusive father. Her only escape was school, friends, internet, and most of all One Direction. YES, Valerie was a HUGE fan of One Direction. One fine day, someone, a particular someone, exchanged contact numbers with her. Exchanging contacts is what everybody does so frequently right? But this time, it was different. Her life was spun 360 degrees around because it was Harry Styles who had asked for her number.

Alison was bullied by the 5 hottest guys in school. The day they left for XFactor was the best day of her life. What will she do when they knock on the door and stay with her for 3 months? Will she befriend them? Hate them? Or fall in love?

I've never been the kind of girl that liked dresses and makeup or pink. Yeah. NO. I'm the kind of girl that you run into at the skate park or in the local Game Stop. I wish I could marry pizza. I dream about unicorns and I live with my 2 best friends on the edge of London, so how the hell did I end up in the lives of 9 idiots?!

The names Bay also short for Baylee Marshall, the girl from the large city and bright lights of Las Vegas. With the work line I'm involved in friends and family are not needed. Anyways I'm easily judged but who are you to say you know me, I'm here to tell you my story from the beginning when I was still the little innocent 17 year old. Ready for her future her positive perspective of life. Now that's all gone and I'm still the 17 year old just forget about the innocent. Anyway I guess I'm going to tell you all and everything there is to me and my not so pleasant future.

Ever wondered what it would be like to be in someone else's shoes instead of being in yours for the day? Would you do anything just to have a completely different life than you do now? This is exactly how I feel. Meet Hallie. A 18 year old girl struggling through life to family problems and of course bullying problems. Hallie grew up to fast, having to find a job at 15 to help support her mum. The past three years have been difficult, will it get easier? or will it affect her much more than it already has?