Hailey Griffins wasn’t anyone special, she is an average 17 year old teenage girl, but not with the average amount of friends. Hailey isn’t the most liked person at school, in fact she hasn’t got friends, well she has one, but he doesn’t go to her school. In fact he is an online friend, whom Hailey constantly talks to; he goes by the name ‘MrNiceGuy101’. This mysterious boy and Hailey have never met, they haven’t got a clue what each other look like, and all they know is everything to do with each others lives. How this boy, has the best life going, he is the popular kid at school, he gets all the girls and everyone bows down to him. Also how Hailey gets bullied everyday by Zayn Malik and his friends, how she has a hard time at home and how horrid Hailey feels on the inside. Mystery guy wants to help, he helps Hailey with whatever he can to take some weight off her shoulder, and if that means doing her homework, or just talking to her for hours on end. He was absolutely happy with it. But does Hailey know who this mysterious guy is, and when she does find out, will they both want to stay in contact with each other?

Olivia has had a crush on Zayn Malik from the moment she laid eyes on him, and I mean could you blame her? He was the Bradford Bad Boi with his dark brown eyes, and sweet but rare smile. He had a great singing voice. Or so she was told. Olivia was deaf. Plain and simple. Never heard her own voice, her laugh, or heard her brother Josh Devine play the drums. It was heartbreaking. She felt broken, and helpless. She saw her disability as a curse. Can she maybe look past her insecurities and look at herself the way Zayn sees her?

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.

THE BABYSITTER SEQUEL : After the Dramatic Car Crash, Samerah suffered a lot . She lost Zayn . 'I hate you' were the 3 last words that she uttered before the crash , she regretted everything. She had to start a new life , a new Chapter . Francisco , Her Room friend helped her a lot . He taught her how to enjoy her life again and forget the hurtful past. She started having some few feelings towards that brazilian guy . But Zayn is alive , He woke up . After 6 months of Coma. What will happen if he appears all of sudden in her life again ?

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

Sam can't support her rebellious twin brothers who spend their time screaming , fighting with ketchup and playing Hide and seek in the kitchen. . They form a rich lonely family,their parents are always working.Many babysitters tried to succeed in that job but it was so impossible. They all gave up. One day , The right babysitter came . Sam called him 'The pervy rapist' When she saw him for the first time. Read to find out what will happen bet ween this mysterious babysitter and Sam.

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.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

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?*