"Love is overrated," She said. "It always leaves you feeling empty in the end." "But don't you think it's worth it?" "No," She replied. "Not if it destorys who you are." _______________________________ This story will be a slow updating story so bare that in mind while you read. Though I do hope you read it:)

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never fathom. He said I was too pretty to rip up but he did it anyway. He did it anyway.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

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

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}

"Does he make you feel good like I do?" "Harry s-stop, we need to stop," "Does he know that you like having your thighs rubbed like this?" The span of his hand found their way under my dress, onto my thighs, moving in circular motions. "I'm engaged Harry," He ignored what I said, his hands still on my thighs, "tell me darling, can he f.uck you like I can?" My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered as his fingers made their way to the band of my panties, "No. He can't, only you can Harry, only you." *will contain sexual content, inappropriate language and may contain kink and BDSM*

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.