When a boy and a girl meets, they become friends, then probably fall in love, then comes the ‘I love you’s and then maybe, just maybe, they end up getting married. In this case, what if a criminal, who’s capable of killing people with only one hand, meets an innocent girl who doesn’t even dare to kill ants? Well, a lot of things can happen, especially if they’re both total opposites. Harry and Violet are total opposites of each other, but they do have one thing in common; they both hate life. Of course, they quickly click together like how negative and positive magnets attract. Then again, where is the fun in the relationship without cupid? When cupid decides to join in the relationship, he twists it around into a game; a game of love and escape. "I dream of escape but never try." [TRAILER ON THE SIDE] Fan Fiction #10 / Teen Fiction #26

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

Lennon's dad, Axel is out of the grave and walking the Earth, willing and able to destroy anything that comes between him and his prize, even his own blood. But Axel of all people should know; defeat doesn't run through the family veins. So, who has the nerve to pull the trigger? Never underestimate a girl who used to make bread for a living, Harry Styles learnt that. However, Axel isn't the only one who wants a hint of drama, Lennon is at the number one spot of another hit list. One nineteen year old girl can only take so much, and sometimes it's too much for even the person you love to save you...

She thought she knew what pain was, until she met Harry. *This story is in the process of being edited. Please excuse all typos and grammar mistakes. Thank you!* Copyright © 2014 All Rights Reserved

the boys get stuck on a train and niall and harry have to share a room together. that would be fine if harry wasn't crushing on niall and niall wasn't such a tease. // in the process of being edited by @IngridJames. // 1D bromance awards (Leprechaun 2013) - 1st place & best cover.

"Fuck you!" I hissed as he held me back from punching him. For a split second his grip loosened, giving me the opportunity to slap him again - yet as soon as I tried to hit him, he swiftly pushed me backwards, causing my back to collide with the wall. Still struggling, I looked up to see his obsidian eyes piercing into my own before he quickly cupped my face and roughly pressed his lips against mine.' Sixteen year old Louise 'Lou" Whitlock was minding her own business when a sudden turn of events hurls her in debt with hot headed Zachary Caldwell, the twenty four year old owner of the well-known Ebony Records company. However, after their initial hatred for one another, it becomes clear there's something more than what meets the eye between them, smouldering beneath the surface. With a large age gap, various love interests and many other obstacles to overcome, will they manage to stay together?

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

Not the best imagines because this is my first piece of work. but I hope you enjoy them:)

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...