Fay Hemmings has a secret no one can know. She is fragile. A crybaby, a softy, weak. After spending her whole life sheltered from the world, she goes into college knowing nothing, but desperately trying to keep her past hidden. The outside world is a scary place, but as someone shakes up the walls she built, she wonders if she is as fragile as she thought she was. Noah Pierce is an outcast. Out of all the freshmen in college, he is the least likeable. Aside from his amazing looks, he was bitter and rude to the end. He was dangerous for a fragile girl like Fay. But when he takes an interest in the cute fairy-like girl, she can't seem to shake him off. But it turns out there is more to Noah Pierce than meets the eye, and Fay will find herself in the middle of a war bigger than anything she could've imagined. Trigger warning** There will be swearing as well as mentions of mental illness, assault, abuse and neglect. Read at your own risk So maybe the fragile girl might not be so fragile and the mean boy isn't so mean. What now? COMPLETE (Note: Unedited)

"Don't leave." he takes my hand in his and looks me in the eyes that are full of different emotions now and I can't help but stare back, I don't want to look away. "Please don't leave me" he breathes out and leans his forehead on mine. "Please". _______________________________________________ Arranged marriage is the last thing he thought he would agree to, but he had to if he wanted to pursue his dream. She was the last person he thought would bring him comfort, care, and love he shields himself from. _______________________________________________ Arranged marriage is the last thing she thought she would agree to, but she had to if she wanted to help her father. He was the last person she thought would be her savior, her safe place, her rock that she needed oh so much. _______________________________________________ They both didn't expect the arranged marriage to be something more than just that. But will they fight the unexpected pull, emotions, feelings that are bringing them closer, or will they embrace it and be each other's happy ever after? _______________________________________________ #1 in agegap - out of 11.9k stories - 22.02.2022. (Most impressive ranking so far for my book)

The sky thundered, The wind howled, The rain pelted down, Foretelling an impending doom. The little girl was not used to the feeling of fear. But at that moment, she knew, she was terrified. The boy looked at her as though she was a nasty bug he wanted squished. His eyes turned hateful when he looked at her father. She didn't like the dark glint in his eyes, she decided, not at all. He wore a royal-blue polo shirt and black jeans with hands behind his back - he had an air of supremacy which made him look like royalty despite his tender age. She knew who he was - everyone knew who he was but they never had been once introduced formally. "Aren't you an adorable little lady" Don Moretti bent forward and ruffled her hair. He then looked at his grandson, "Nipote" He called. Like a trained soldier, the boy stepped forward in a collected manner and stretched out his right hand. "Valente. Valente Enzo Moretti." His voice smooth and velvety; it was deeper than other boys of his age who had high-pitched tone and Sera decided she liked his voice. "Can I call you Enzo?" She asked politely with an air of innocence and her hand still on his while the elders watched them with an intrigued fashion. Their curiosity was apparent. Nobody called him Enzo. No one dared called him by his name. 'Young don' was his only reigning title. Did she say something wrong? "Your name" "Oh. I-Its Seraphina. Seraphina Rose Giordano." Valente seemed to mull and test the name on his tongue. "You can call me Enzo . . . . Only if I can call you Rosa, deal?" He looked straight into her eyes. Amongst the wild, Under the beguiling rain, Oblivious hearts, intertwined in a twist of fate.

Aurora has been neighbours with Arlo since she was just eight years old, yet the two of them could not be further apart. The one thing that brings the two together is the treehouse at the bottom of their yards, a place where their heaviest secrets lie, a place that is never spoken of yet is the most evident thing in their lives. She thought that he despised her, that he ignored her in school because her existence infuriated him. But what she didn't know, was that Arlo had been madly in love with her from the very moment he laid eyes on her. What will happen when Aurora is forced to move in with his family? How will they be able to keep their hidden love hidden? And how long will it take her to realise that it was not at all hidden in the first place? - Aurora Taylor had sought for the comfort of Arlo Scott's embrace ever since her eight-year-old self found herself living next door to him. Their love for one another was buried beneath the heaviness of their lives, the events which led them to one another seemingly never-ending. - Join Aurora in her journey of discovering Arlo's secret love for her, a love that had been kept hidden for nine years. #BOOK 01 of the Scott Family series (can be read as a standalone)

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

"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.)

First, it was her mom, then it was him. And he was no good for her. *** Elliot Wilds The name heard whispered in the school corridors. The name teenage girls gushed over. The name that made even boys hesitate. It was a name everyone knew. With cruel cobalt eyes, smooth-talking lips, and extraordinary style, he put even the bad boy reputation to shame. Elliot Wilds was cold, he was mean, he was malice. Nobody knew his past, not even the people who were his so-called friends, and nobody dared ask. Except her. Adrian Taylor's, the girl who slowly drove him mad. *** Not your typical bad boy love story and definitely not cliche!

"Look at me" He demanded. I flinched at the tone he used but lifted my head to look at him. I stared at the wall behind him. I couldn't look at him. "Into my eyes" He added in the same tone. I took a deep breath and landed my gaze on him. I saw a ghost of a smile form on his lips. He seemed happy but I could see his eyes watering, making his inky blue eye color appear lighter. "You never look at me" He whispered. I could hear a crack in his voice. "Before you I thought I was nothing-" He smiled bitterly, "-but when you look at me I feel like I'm worth something. Weird right?" My heart was beating loudly as he got closer. This is a spin off for Nate from 'Her Guardian'. It can be read as a stand alone but you can read the previous book if you want to get a better understanding of the story

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!