"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

R e a d y ''Blake?'' Harry wonders out loud as we're laying on our couch, watching some stupid TV show Harry loves, for some weird reason. ''Hmm?'' I hum, not taking my eyes off my phone. I hear him sigh deeply and feel him straight up. When he does that, it either means he has to pee, or he has to tell me something important. I look at him and see him bite his bottom lip and running his hand through his hair. He's got to say something important. ''What is it?'' I ask him, sitting straight up too. ''I want to have a baby, with you.'' With who else? Wait, what? A baby? ''Me too. But not now.'' I tell him and see a disappointed expression appear on his face. ''Why not Blake?'' He asks a little annoyed. ''We've been together for forever and we live together for almost a year now.'' I bite my bottom lip, like he just did and think about what he's saying. ''I'm only twenty-three Harry.'' I tell him when I'm a hundred per cent sure we're not ready for this. ''So? I'm twenty-four, big deal. There are so many young parents.'' Is his argument. ''Sleep about it, okay? I'm going to bed, got something to do tomorrow.'' I kiss him goodnight and walk to our bedroom. We'll see if he's ready for a child. © Copyrighted. All Rights Reserved

New Life. New Drama. New Powers. Luna has just been through hell or more like is still going through it. Her mother is dead, her dad is alive, her brother betrayed her and the one she loved broke her. When Luna's been asked to come back to the Davenports and to help the ones who broke her, will she go? Or will she refuse? Will Luna reveal her bionics? Will her and Chase ever get back together? Are they still in this together forever? Read to find out! (Based on season 3 of Lab Rats, Third Book!)

Selena Cowell is a great singer, actress in US and a young CEO in London. Her Dad gave her this job because she's really smart. She finished college when she was 21 years old. She started singing when she was 22 years old. She is known as the Best Pop Artist of the year. Her Dad's name is Simon Cowell and her Mum's name is Lauren Silverman-Cowell. She has a beautiful 10 month old sister named Gracie Elliote Cowell and an older brother named Edward Charlie. Selena is 25 years old. Her birthdate is July 22, 1988. When her father wants her have a love life, will she accept it or not? Selena never had a boyfriend or had a first kiss. Because of her work. she always wants to work and ignores her love life. Many boys are asking her for a dinner date but she always let them down. When her father Simon Cowell sets her up with this bloke from One Direction, Harry Styles to be her Fiancé. Will she accept it or not? Find out at Forced Marriage!

Vicky, a normal girl with a normal life. Until she meets Harry Styles, a young boy with a troubled past. One night they bump into each other during Harry's runaway from the police. What happens when vicky lets Harry stay with her, without anyone knowing ? Will she get pulled into his troubled lifestyle ? Will their secret stay their secret ? Find out in 'Smooth Criminal'. © Copyrighted. All rights reserved.

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...