text messages between two high school students. !!! completed.

My name's Tiana Lynn Carter; cheer captain of the school's cheer leading squad, student body vice president, model student of the year and am running for this year's school's salutatorian. Everything was going great in my life until one day, my parents called me up to aim higher for me to graduate as batch valedictorian so I can easily get in a very prestigious college university after I graduate. Even though I'm the model student of the year, I'm still in competition with the school's nerd, Marcel Styles who was running as the batch valedictorian this year. Hearing about my problem, my friends told me to fake date Marcel in order to use him to get better grades. Should I do this for the sake of my college application? Or not?

❝That's not an antenna, that's my dick.❞ A fanfic where an alien-obsessed boy sends a signal to the stars above, and the universe decides to send one back. This book contains mature content. Read at your own risk. All Rights Reserved to chingyonce & macklemcvey, 2017. ©

They say everyone deserves to get a second chance. Me? Well, I got three. *Disclaimer* This story has sexual content, language, alcohol, and some elements of drug use as well as talking about rape and suicide. These characters, events, and places are used fictitiously. Please read at your own risk.

"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk away from him. "In time babe. In time," he says.

" no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin " warning: heavy sexual content and other mature themes

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

"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."

Based on 1D's new Stockholm Syndrome. Harry's world is turned upside down when he wakes up bound and blindfolded somewhere. He doesn't know who she is, but deep inside, he knows she's what he needs. A mini-series dedicated to whammystyles for her upcoming birthday! Love you, C! Disclaimer: All lyrics to the song Stockholm Syndrome belong to One Direction, and all I own is the story.

[COMPLETED] "Why are you so rude?" "Maybe because that's who I am or because people like you deserve to be treated that way." Who knew that two strangers fighting over a beanie would lead to a weird friendship or maybe something more. And it started a lesson where Harry taught Eve how to be a good person and stop being rude. ©londonstars