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- Не бива да правим това. - изписка синеочката - Как не разбра досега, мила моя, всичко забранено е най-сладко. - подсмихна се момчето, впивайки устните си в нейните отново Cover: TheWitchH21 - highest ranking: #1 in fanfiction (24.11.2017) BOOK ONE - Babysister |N.H| (41/41) BOOK TWO - Forever together |N.H| (18/18) BOOK THREE - Everything has changed |N.H| (ON GOING)

17 year old Morgan Cassidy is forced to spend her Summer at Cheshire's Mental institution. The idea seemed completely oblivious to her. Why would she want to spend her summer here and not with her friends? Her illness wasn't bad. Well it was but compared to the other patients placed here she seemed perfectly normal.The only joy she found out of this place was a boy. One who in the start seems completely normal. One who grew to know everything about her but she herself knew nothing about him. What will Morgan find out about this boy and what events will take place if your planning on reading this story at night you may want to ask yourself a question. Are you afraid of the dark?

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY READ THE REVISED VERSION OF THIS BOOK! Blair Price struggles with a lot of things in her life, such as her mother's death, her father's new 'perfect' family, and secretly loving her best friend. Blair and Harry have known each other for almost fifteen years. He's her rock, her lights that keep her from being completely consumed by darkness. But he is also her worst nightmare, and they constantly fight a circular argument that always has the same outcome. They are complete polar opposites. But then again, opposites attract.

"Do You Trust Me?" Those Are The Words That Started It All

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.

Harry Styles is broken, but his strength never ceases. He's been through hell the past three months and everything is going to change once he sees his brown-haired girl walking the campus. Beth Jones is confused and feels she isn't being told something about her past. She doesn't remember the past two years of her life, but what happens when her curly-haired lover re-enters her life again after her accident resulting in memory-loss? What happens when Harry meets Beth again? Will she be afraid of him or will she give him a chance? The only thing that stands in their way is time. This is a continuation/sequel of Bad Blood. I highly recommend you read that book first before starting this one. (Warning! This book contains anger, violence, and sexual content. Please read at your own risk.)

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

"I can see your ass, get a longer skirt" "Why do you care?" "Because it makes you look like a slut" or Where Harry wears short skirts and Louis call him a slut