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?*

She was beautiful, but not like the women who adorned magazine covers with their flawless skin and perfect hair. She was beautiful for the way she though, for the way her brain could conjure a tapestry of words that flowed like the Nile. She was beautiful for the passion she encompassed when defending something she believed in, for something she loved. Her beauty flowed because of the way she saw the world with such beauty and sadness, even with barren eyes. She was not beautiful for something as shallow as her looks, she was beautiful down to her soul. Copyright © 2013 by ssafehavens also known as SheeransGirlfriend. All rights reserved. **This novel was a fanfiction, but it is now 2018 and I have absolutely zero interest in One Direction. This is staying published for memory sake only, you do not have to read this at all.**

{TRAILER ON THE SIDE} Everyone says falling in love comes naturally, at its own pace but Louis doesn't have time to wait for love to happen. He has to take matters into his own hands and make someone fall in love with him in twenty-two days. No fame involved. How easy will this task be when he meets Roxy Simmons in New York? She isn't exactly what he's looking for hell, she's anything but, a troubled teen living on the streets fighting her way to survive. Either Louis makes it or breaks it on this deadline. Everything's at stake when his career depends on this girl. Twenty-two days to make Roxy see that love is deeper than fame.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

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

You don't know what's out in the world, until you witness it yourself. It may be hard to believe, but it becomes something you can't deny. He's not human. He's selfish, cocky and arrogant. She's human. She's guarded, hardheaded and stubborn. Her world was never supposed to collide with his. She was never supposed to fall in love. And he was never supposed to have a heart... © Intoxicatedd || 2013-2015 || P.s This book was written almost a whole decade ago so read at your own risk!