It only takes One Night to fall in love... To change a life, for everything to come undone. But it takes more than one night to discover someone's darkest secrets... Will love be enough to mend the broken past and present or will things be torn apart with every secret? (Warning: AU - boys aren't famous)

Žanr: fantasy/science fiction/fanfiction/romance/action Pali anđeli. Tajne, misteriji. Jedan nemogući zadatak. Stotine prekršenih pravila. Žrtve, odricanja... i jedna velika ljubavna priča. _____________________________________ ❝Amy, kako god da ovo završi, bit ću uvijek uz tebe. Ne zaboravi to. Neću se predati sve dok ne umrem. Želim da mi ti obećaš isto.❞ ❝N-neću se predati...❞ ❝Dok ne umreš?❞ ❝Dok ne umrem.❞ |© copyright; all rights go to beautifuldarkness13. svaki pokušaj krađe ili kopiranja ove priče bit će kažnjen.|

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...