❝You're holding my heart captive. But you don't even know that you have it.❞ © Copyright Qveendom 2013-2015 All Rights Reserved [highest rank #50 fanfiction] !!WARNING: SLOWLY EDITING!!

Bridget wasn't like your average teenager that likes to party. She likes school and hates to party, always gets her work done and doesn't do anything bad or illegal. Harry was basically the opposite. He was attending every party, ditches school a lot and has been caught doing some illegal things. But when these two meet, who would've thought they'd end up dating? when friends, family and even enemies complicate things and past secrets are revealed, can they fight through it and stay strong?

Harry Styles: Bad Boy, Womanizer, and full of secrets. Warning: I wrote this story awhile ago and the writing is very amateur.

People say falling in love is like falling asleep. Slowly, then all at once. Well, when I fell in love, it was like being shoved off a cliff. It wasn't slow, and it sure as hell wasn't like falling asleep. That's just not how life works. I'm pretty sure when he met me, he wanted to shove me off a cliff himself, for that matter. I fell in love with a monster. And there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't leave; he wouldn't let me. He's killed a lot of people, and I'm terrified that he'll kill me as well. But I can't stay away from him. He has no idea I love him, but he won't ever love me. He can't love me. When you're living with vampires, nothing is certain, nothing is safe. This dangerous path is one I must walk alone.

Aria Grace works at Disney as a princess. On Tuesday and Thursday, she plays Rapunzel. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Aria is Wendy from Peter Pan. Aria is saving her money up for her mom's surgeries. One day, she hears that a famous band is coming to Disney for two weeks. When she is dressed up as Rapunzul she sees One Direction coming towards her line for pictures. Aria is in for an adventure once she meets the boys and a certain guy from Doncaster catches her eye. cover by: @sighstiles

Harry Styles is dead. He has been since his Father's musket misfired in 1883. He lives in his old house in his boarded up room. He has friends and he thinks he's OK, until he meets Misty. She can see him and his friends too. When a serial killer is on the loose in Chesire they have to find out who it is with help from Misty and his victims alike. All while Harry tries to sort out his feelings for Misty, who looks so much like his Rachel from 1883. How can he love her if she can't even touch him? She deserves so much better than he can give, but the heart wants what the heart wants. @Zoe_5SOS is currently translating this story into French if that's the language you prefer.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

She doesn't know who they are, she doesn't know who he is. All she knows is, fate wants them to meet for the second time.

Elizabeth is a normal, seventeen year old girl. She seems confident and strong on the outside, but on the inside, she's broken. Her step-dad started abusing her after her mother died, that was eight years ago. She was forced to move to Ireland with her step-dad. Elizabeth is ready to give up on everything. When she gets to Ireland, she meets a new hope... And hopefully, he can be the light in her darkness. ~*~ Warning: This story will contain: language, self-harm, abuse, suicidal thoughts, and sexual content. If you don't like reading that kind of stuff, please do not read this(: