Melissa is an average girl. Just a basic girl-next-door who loves boy bands more than anything. Hell! Until today she still shuts herself in her door and dances till her hearts content. The day her boyfriend dumps her for the most popular girl in school, Melissa vows to never involve herself romantically again. But her number one rule is broken when she bumps into Harry Styles, a member of One direction, a band Melissa obviously adores. As she spends time with the ever loving Harry she finds herself falling for his silly and goofy antics by each passing second. But she tries to retain herself because there is no way in the universe that Harry Styles would ever love her back! Or will he? Join Melissa on her whirlpool of a journey and watch her discover love, laughter, happiness and heartbreak from a person she never even thought possible to meet. Much less fall in love with.

Larry Stylinson fanfiction. BDSM. Harry Dom and Louis is his sub of course. you should read this. trust me it'll be good **WARNING** MATURE CONTENT!

"And maybe it's the mystery in you that I'm addicted to" Louis was a sweet and mostly innocent boy who liked to wear big sweaters and tuck flowers behind his ears. He somehow got interested in the BDSM life, and, well, the rest is history. Or a fanfic in which Louis is matched with Harry on a BDSM site. Achievements: #23 in fanfiction!! Thank you! Translations: Portuguese » @larrysoquista

Ever since the creation of Emoji people have a funny way of showing their personality. Why not make a chatroom out of it? or the one where Niall joins a popular Chatroom site and meets Zayn. Cover By ZaynJPayne

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

***WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE*** ***THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS WHILE READING, THANK YOU** ❝I think violence in a cinematic context can be, if handled in a certain way, very..seductive.❞ I was innocent, way too innocent in a way that allowed people to screw me over. Including the flithy rich pricks that I called my parents. I didn't have any edge or charisma to my walk, and that's something I was told a lot. Then there was the troubled boy, Harry Styles, who stared into your soul, just because he could. Him, he had charisma, and the edge, and everything that I wanted. And I wanted him to teach me. Give me intensive, heated lessons. Sex lessons. o r i g i n a l ↬ Watch TRAILER before READING ↫ Credits for trailer: SOCKMONKEY7707 ©Floz__

please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cry. "So that's all I ever was to you? After everything we'd been through?" I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, wanting to erase all of our memories together. "Don't think of it as a one time thing." He says, grabbing his coat off of the couch, as well as throwing on his shoes. "What do you want me to think of it as then!?" I yell, a tear or two slipping down my pale cheeks. All this time we'd spent had to have meant something to him, it had too have. "Think of it like this Arabella, in my mind no strings were attached in our 'relationship', everything was more so.." He trails off opening the door ready to leave. "Well more so like first person who falls in love is the first person to be..." And with that I'm left to a shut door and a broken heart. ___ Copyright © 2014 TheDarkestOnes |All Rights Reserved| Highest Rank: #1 in yes daddy #19 in fanfiction #5 in sir #4 in after warning: self harm/rape content, read at your own risk.

"So baby... how about that good time you promised?" "For the last fucking time you horny pervert, I'm not a phone hooker!" "Oh? So humor me then. Why did I find your phone number written in the local phone booth, with the label 'Asian Persuasion: Call me, for a guaranteed good time'?" "Fuck my life." "How about I fuck you instead?" Or, the one where a prank gone wrong was one of the best and the worst things that happened in Zayn Malik's so called mediocre life.

Is it wrong for me to express this kind of feeling welcomely? Is it wrong for me to even anticipate the thrive of it's bite, the snap of it's vicious venom, the feeling it gives me when it bites into my skin. Tell me I'm psychotic for falling for something so wrong, yet feels so right? Tell me. Tell me, I'm still the same girl I once was before I became who I am today. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me I'm not going crazy. Tell me that these four walls are not closing in on me. Tell me. Please. // When graduate student, Alissa Lacy applies for what she thought might have been an intern ship of a lifetime, she just finds out how shady her multi millionaire boss // Zayn Malik // really is with his business and how he really earns his money. // A very dark, dark Zayn fan fiction. If rape, human trafficking, sexual material or abuse offends you, this is not a story for you. If you're expecting a bubbly, happy romance, you thought wrong. Read at your own risk