The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

✓ {needs editing. my apologies} "Don't fall in love with me... I'm too damaged for you" This is no kind of fairytale. She was just too troubled to even look like a princess. Her past changed her completely, and since then, she's been living in her own world, trying to ignore everyone's opinion about how she should live her life. The few people left who really cared about her had to get used to her rebel behavior and the way she always seemed to be in danger. But then there's this guy, who forcedly comes into her life, and tries to find out her deepest secrets, those things she didn't even dare to admit to herself. When she's already taken, and with a whole reason to be who she is, will she be able to forget about everything to give into his love? And will he handle the damaged girl he fell in love with?

Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman. I will update this book everyday.. Feel free to give suggestions :)

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Emily is the usual college student, trying to eventually work her way up into getting accepted to Medical School. She meets Harry Styles, charming, funny, and the biggest sweetheart. They begin to develop a strong friendship.. Harry wants more. One problem, Emily's not going to leave her boyfriend, Brandon, for someone she just met. Will Harry get the girl? or will he be.... Friend Zoned. © DO NOT COPY THIS STORY! *Copyright Violators Will Suffer The Consequences*

When you bump into someone and make history with them, Your meant to be all along. This is a story of an ordinary girl who eventually falls in love with Harry Styles, The heartthrob from the British boy band One direction. They face through many different problems together but never fail to put a smile on each other. But what If one mistake breaks all up. What happens when Harry Styles ex girlfriend destroys it all. How will they fix it? READ AND FIND OUT! *DON'T COPY MY IDEA WRITE YOUR OWN!* I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS FUCKING 12 IF YOU'RE HERE TO POINT SHIT I KNOW AND CAN SEE THEN DONT FUCKING READ IT. IT IS VERY JUDGMENTAL OF YOU TO TELL ME THAT 'I CAN'T SPELL' AND I FIND IT OFFENSIVE (read WW19 or amour and i'll show you who cant spell) SO PLEASE DONT READ AND MOVE ALONG YOUR LIFE. AND NO ENGLISH IS NOT MY 'MOTHER TONGUE' thank you very much .

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...