"Do you really think it's that easy?" I ask, glaring up at him. He takes a step closer. "It's not going to work on me." He raises an eyebrow at me. "What's not going to work?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he gently wraps an arm around my waist, caressing my cheek with the other. "I see exactly what you're doing, Oliver. I've seen you do it with every other girl. You sweet-talk them so they think you actually like them, and then you lower them into bed with you. Well guess what? I'm not falling for it." And with that, I walk out of the room, leaving him speechless.

18 year old Carolla has a simple life. The day her world turns upside down is the day she starts from scratch with the frontman of Bring Me the Horizon. Will he let her in? Or will he simply push her away from the fright of who, or what, he is.

Seventeen year old Lena Shaw thinks she's just a plain-Jane in a shitty world. Oliver changes that by whisking her away from her abusive boyfriend and providing her with a home she can truly feel safe in. Oliver offers her fame and his love. Can Lena ever love again? Or will she give up on hope that her life can change for the better? This is an Oliver Sykes fanfiction and all chapters are originally created by me.

Ruby moves away from her home in America to start a fresh new life in England. She goes to a new school, not knowing where to go or anyone there. She makes friends but falls deeply in love with the popular boy Oliver Sykes. What will happen? Warning self harm and physical abuse will be included in the fanfic so I advise you, if you don't want to be triggered by this please DO NOT read this. Started on the 11/6/17

Breanna Thompson has suffered the worst kind of abuse. Whether it'd be verbal, physical, sexual or mental. She has gone through it all. She meets a mysterious man one day at a local pub. He tries to help her in anyway possible but to Breanna, it's useless. She's a scared, broken girl. Will she eventually let the man help her out of her misery? Or will she push him away and continue with the suffering?

"Please, don't go!!" I screamed. Hot sweat beaded down my forehead trickling down the side of my neck. I could no longer bear it, the emptiness of the hole that purged in my chest. "Oh Oli.." I whispered into the night. Shoving my pillow to the end of my bed I laid still and stagnant. I began humming a soft melody that Oliver always sang back in grade school, and soon enough I hated him all over again. I cradled my legs-my knees kissing my chin and thought to myself. Atleast this way, It'd be easier to sleep.