"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction

Elena Carter was the most beautiful and popular girl you'd ever lay your eyes on. She has the perfect face, perfect personality, and perfect grades. She's the most popular girl in her high school in Holmes Chapel, and everyone adores her. Harry Styles is the school's bad ass. You would see him with his four best friends, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan all the time. It's safe to say that Harry's the leader of the group, and it's also safe to say that those four boys are the more feared people in Holmes Chapel. They get drunk, get into fights, and just have that bad guy aura around them. Harry and Elena are polar opposites. So what happens when detention brings them together? And Elena's parents try to tear them apart?

It all started one day, that one day she met those emerald eyes, but instead of a smile covering her mouth, it was a rag, full of gas. She got kidnapped by Harry Styles in the United States issue of The Purge. And when The Purge is out of control, and unable to stop will they escape, or even survive? What will come to her in this life or death situation? Well, besides Harry Styles of course. WARNING This story is rated PG-13. Contains foul language, graphic scenes and sexual content. Read at your own risk. All Rights Reserved © A/N ALSO Purge maniacs, first of all I have changed things up and made it to where it fit my story line. If you have any questions comment and I will answer them, but keep rude comments to yourself :) also make sure you vote it means the world to me

"No sweeter innocence than a gentle sin." Sequel to Nude [Book 2] // © 2016 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. Highest Rank: #28 in Fanfiction

{C O M P L E T E D} "I like the curly haired one. Harry." Presley Davis had no idea that sentence would change her life. She had gotten famous over a YouTube video she did as a dare. Now shes making many videos and has a lot of fans. But what she doesn't know is that shes got her own stalker. Harry Styles. What will happen when these two cross paths? {Undergoing major editing}

Louis Tomlinson is skittish about his sisters but when he offers his biological sister Sophia Tomlinson a tour around the world with One Direction he is forced to watch as his sister fall head over heels with his best friend and band mate Harry Styles. When Louis gives the go signal life proved to be complicated as another budding romance appear when Zayn Malik makes a move on Sophia. Will the love triangle be resolved? Who will Sophia pick is it Harry Styles or Zayn Malik?

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

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...