© 2013 by Eli Beyrouty. All Rights Reserved When Leigh loses her mother at only 19. Shes' left alone to face the world and raise her little sister Isabella all on her own. With the weight of the past on her shoulders. Leigh begins to loose not only herself. But her connection with Isabella as well. Except, when Leigh looses her sister in a local mall she not only gains a new perspective. But when the one to find her sister is none other than Harry Styles. Her life begins to change in ways she never would have imagined.

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

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?*

BOOK 2 "Settle down with me Cover me up Cuddle me in Lie down with me And hold me in your arms." *not a Louis and Niall bromance fanfic 😂🫶🏼 *[©Newyorkstorms] ⤵️ Warning - I wrote this book back in jr high and high school... there is lots of mistakes and spelling errors :) I'm sorry to anyone who is reading this lol (01/21/22)

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...