Skylar Monet is in love with football player Trent who is a childhood friend and is dating cheerleader Meghan. When Trent's parents die and Meghan breaks up with him a strong force changes the way Skylar sees Trent. Will she help Trent through his life? Or will someone new come and take Sky away?

Ashton Irwin, international pop punk star and drummer for Aussie band 5sos. Charlotte Pope, local Texas Junior wanting to find something of use in her life. Ashton is getting hate, and more than the usual. When a death threat comes along and his band mates ignore his pleading, he runs away only to find out a dangerous serial killer is on his heels--and of everyone he loves. Five attacks is all it will take to tear apart this new sensations life and may even result in his death. Read more in the hunt. *SLOW UPDATES*

[Complete] There's a thin line between pretend and reality, there's a thin line between love and hate. How did we ever manage to break them both? ❁ Warning: This story contains strong scenes of drug abuse, bad words, and you may need a box of tissues. Or twenty. Cover by - moonxriver

He's found her. She's alive. But will their relationship turn out to be how they expected? Or will certain people get in the way? Maybe past troubles catch up to her. Possibly ex's running back to him. Will they stay together? You never know with Scarlett. ((This story was written and completed in 2014)) TW:: I wrote this story years ago when I was going through my depression so this entire fic is filled with triggers. You have been warned.

Getting bitten by a vampire is something, but getting bitten by five hot vampire celebrities is something else. Amberia Purt is a 17 year old American Directioner. Just like every other directioner, she dreams to meet the five knights in shining armor of her life. Who could know taking a short bathroom break could change your life? *Dramatic gasp* This story should be categorized as vampire, werewolves, fan-fiction, teen-fiction, adventure, fantasy, humor, mystery/thriller, paranormal, & romance, but unfortunately, they only allow each story to be put in only 2 categories. [This story is UNEDITED, so please don't complain about errors, plot-holes, and etc. WARNING: It's also BATSHIT CRAZY HAHAHAHAHA.] [X] This is the ONE & ONLY One Direction Bit Me. I've seen so many imitations after this fanfic, and I want you all to know that this is the ORIGINAL. Thank you! :) -This story is completely HUMOROUS, so stop taking it so seriously.-

Scarlett is abused. Abused by the only person she has left. She turns to music to help her enjoy life. But when her father disapproves of her passion, she leaves. Only to run into Niall Horan. Scarlett has never heard of One Direction. So when Niall takes care of her, her entire life turns upside down. Writing songs for One Direction is never easy. Especially when your psycho maniac of a father is after you. ((This story was written and completed in 2013)) TW:: I wrote this story years ago when I was going through my depression so this entire fic is filled with triggers. You have been warned.

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?*

100 days since the day I died. I remember it clearly. The pain, the sufferage, the intense feeling of wanting save everyone. Everyone has gotten over my death. They were sad and gloomy, but it didn't last forever. I knew it wouldn't. I try not to look back on the past, but today is special. Today is where I remember the bitter hardness of everything that pulled me back. I can recall the last day of year 11. That's where it all began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright © 2013-2014, CassieAshley. All rights reserved. WARNING// This fanfiction is under major editing! Parts will be changed and chapters will be more descriptive. I thank you for your patience. -------> Check out this story's trailer to the side :D