The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

Dicen que del amor al odio hay un solo paso. Solo mayores. __________________________________________________________________________ El libro salió en físico bajo la editorial "Planeta" pueden encontrarlo en Argentina, Chile, Paraguay, Bolivia, Uruguay. También pueden obtenerlo de formato digital en la pagina de la editorial planeta o en amazon. Les recomiendo leer los primeros capítulos ya editados desde la pagina de planeta Argentina. Ya que aquí en wattpad NO esta corregido. Gracias

As a 17 year old, I think it's highly embarrassing my mom decided to hire a babysitter for me and my brothers. As if that's not enough torture not only is he a babysitter but he's just two years older than me. It's her idea of teaching me a lesson. I just want to meet this asshole and why would he take on the job to torture me.

What happens when you and your 2 best friends have the opportunity to go and meet Justin Bieber at his concert and have Meet and Greet tickets?Will Justin take interest in you? or will you just be to him another crazy fan? Read to find out if y/n and Justin find chemis or not??

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...

A sad girl with a past meets a goofy guy with the possibility of a future. Sounds about right. Follow Adelaide and Harry in a story of secrets, healing, love, and a lot of corny jokes.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. - Douglas Adams