Sabrina Walker is an Adopted 18 years old Girl who loves her Cello and grades. She is not the most popular girl at Ridgewood High School. What happens on her birthday when everyone is talking about this Niall Horan who's in a famous boy band who's birthday it is also. What happens when her friend Kassie Richardson points something out about them both that leads to a whole journey of a big family secret no one new about but the doctor in the delivery room !

Sequel to Dance With Me "Run away with me" those were all the words I needed and I followed him. I left behind the stories, the rumours, the hate and the pain I had caused. Now it's only Niall and I, away from everything that hurt us in the past, leaving behind everyone else, it's just us. But what happens when 'us' just isn't strong enough anymore?

It's been a year, almost two years since Lily's supposed death. Harry has moved on; or so he tells himself everyday. After all, that's the only way he keeps going, the only reason why he still lives. He tries to forget what happened almost two years ago. Trying to forget can be hard when a crazy witch decides that she wants to use you as a pawn in her game. When Harry wakes up in a world unknown to him, what will he do? What if this world is the key to finding his way back to the one that matters the most to him? Find out in Risen. Sequel to Fallen.

All eighteen year old Anna Lee wanted was a summer babysitting job. That's exactly what she got when she received a call from someone named Simon requesting a babysitter for his five sons. Who knew that the five boys would be the boy band One Direction? Or that sometimes they'd be babysitting her! (disclaimer: this was written by thirteen-year-old me, don't expect anything fantastic despite the amount of readers)

Mackenzie Miller was a regular teenager girl, this is until she met her hot new teacher, Mr.Styles. They immediately begin to have a relationship that is less than appropriate for a teacher and student. Will their feelings for each other be strong enough to overcome everything that comes between them? © 2014, alyloves1direction ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞

{completed} ✓ - He lost the woman he once loved due to his fame, since then he promised he would never do such a thing to a normal girl again. He would never ruin another life again. But it’s not always that easy when life puts someone who you just can’t resist in front of you.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

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?*