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Baby Doll (Harry Styles) by Wonderwall123
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In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014
The Girl Next Door (A One Direction Fan Fiction) by gigglebox1025
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What would you do if you moved into the house that just so happens to be right next door to internationally famous boy-bander, Louis Tomlinson's family? That's exactly what happens to Nicolet Beckinridge. Nikki is an average girl- slightly random, and very outgoing- but average by standards. When Nikki's father gets transferred to England on business, she expects nothing out of the ordinary - plus a little bit of tea - but she may be in for far more than she expected. What will happen when she's thrown into a world of food, sass, hair products, cats, and a tad of sweetness too? Nothing is certain, but one thing's for sure, Nikki will not be just any other girl next door. ((In Editing)) "The Girl Next Door (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)" Copyright © 2013 gigglebox1025 All Rights Reserved
Save Them, Please? *One Direction Fanfic* by Jakkii
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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?*