Rosemarie Poulston has always lived with her Aunt Beth and never knew her real parents. Now eighteen years later, her Mom wants her back. Then, turns out her brother is the Louis Tomlinson. Yup, that's right, from One Direction, the band that she hates! Worst of all, she hates Louis Tomlinson the most and now he's actually her older brother? *Warning: weird carrot book*

Their love was strong. No one thought they'd ever break apart. Rosemarie (Rosie) Tomlinson thought that international super start, Harry Styles, was the one for her. But things went awry in their once perfect relationship and now Rosie wants nothing to do with Harry anymore. But she's Louis Tomlinson's sister and that requires seeing Harry quite a lot. The two were best friends and in a band together. It's kind of hard to get away from that. The thing is, Harry wants her back and he'll do anything in his power to do so.

17Black: a gay strip club in London known for hot strip teases, a talented dj, and matchmaking? Harry is moving to London as a new addition to 17Black - new penthouse, hot job, amazing pay - sounds great. Sure it is a clear violation of Harry's sexuality, but it's not gay unless you make it gay, right? Plus it's only for a month anyway. And of course, time flies when you meet a cute bloke named Louis. Who knows? A lot can happen in a month.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

   How would you feel if your family got in a car crash and died? Where would you go? What would you do? Meet Chloe Davis. She's 17. What she doesn't know, is that her long lost uncle is One Direction's manager. What happens when he's your God father, and you have to live with One Direction? Living with 5 boys is hard, but living with 5 gorgeous, famous, British/Irish guys is harder. 

The fame has finally gotten to Harry Styles. After a year of being in the limelight with girls, money and an endless stream of papparazzi, he's changed for the worse. He takes his fans, friends and family for granted. No one can change his attitude...or maybe one girl can.

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?

❝But why would I want to get in heaven, when all my friends are in hell?❞ [Warnings: highly sexual content, age differents, drug-use, strong language]

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)