The biggest boyband in the world has a secret, and no, its not that Harry owns a pair of boxers with Zayn's face on it and it's definitely not Louis' scrap booking hobby. No - it's fan fiction. The biggest boyband in the world reads fan fiction about themselves. Follow their journey through rap battles, funny jokes, wild chases, and maybe a fanfic or two. (Or three.) (Or hundreds.) [Highest ranking Fan Fiction #5]

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

My name is Eleanor Calder. You might know who I am. I model, but millions of teenage girls knew me as the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Yeah, I said dated. No we did not break up. How are we not together if we didn't break up? He died. Louis Tomlinson died. As well as: Niall Horan Liam Payne and Harry Styles. You may recognise them as well. As well as a girl named Danielle Peazer, my best friend. Also Liam Payne's girlfriend. Dead. Gone. There one day and gone the next. Deceased. Get it now? Not in complete shock? One other thing, did you notice that there was one missing from the list? Someone who is usually mentioned? Someone by the name of Zayn Malik? Well he's still alive. Right here next to me, right now. He says hello. This is our story of what happened when One Direction died. The world will never be the same. I guarantee it.

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?

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.

THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED. READ IF YOU WANT, BUT IT'S NOT FINISHED!!! "Welcome to your new life under my rule. It's my pleasure to make your life a living hell." {explicit content} [ cover made by @narrysnirvana ]

Camy is a pretty ordinary girl. She has the perfect friends and a normal life until she Sam. He is not the slightest bit normal and it turns her life upside down.

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...