Emily Hall wasn't really a normal fourteen year old. She lived in an orphanage since she was younger. She had secrets, she kept her tragic past hidden in the dark. Locked away where no one could find it. She didn't have any friends or family. She didn't get along with people, most never even bothered to try to talk to her. Whats most different about her though, was that she didn't want to get adopted. She wanted to be left alone. Well, unfortunatly for her; a certain boyband isn't going to let her be. Her entire world changes the moment they step into the orphanage.

The Boxer Sequel - In the ring a fighter is only focused on one thing. Winning. But this boxer has got more than one ring and more than one goal to think about.

This isn't your typical fan fiction.

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*

❝Just a forgetful child, just a lost girl.❞ ❝Just a boy with a pen, just a man with ink.❞ (Book 1)

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

{book 5} - ❝ I'm Tammy Rodenhizer. Member of Prodigy. Rockstar. Rebel. And I don't trust you. I don't trust anyone and if you're wondering why, you're wasting your time for I'll never tell you. This is what I've become and this is all what I am today. And I'm content this way. I don't need anyone. ❞

You know when people say it's okay to make mistakes? That it's only human? That rule doesn't apply to Charlotte McVerry. Every mistake she makes defines her life. Every wrong step gets criticized and plastered across dozens of magazines. You know how everyone is born into the world for a purpose? Charlotte believes that her existence doesn't have a purpose. Her parents could care less about her and she felt as if her life was controlled. She was only a puppet on a string, around for solely the use of her parents. Charlotte used to want to become a professional photographer and leave her life behind. She wanted to travel the world, not including the occasional business trips her parents took her on. But most of all, she wanted to experience love. She wanted to know how it felt to be cared about so much. She wanted someone to hold her and hug her and someone to kiss her. It didn't take long for Charlotte's opinion of love to change. In her mind, love became a cruel, heart-wrenching feeling that only brought tears. After falling for Louis Tomlinson of One Direction, her mind convinced her that she was wrong about love after all. That it wasn't all about hugs and kisses. That falling in love was a mistake. What Charlotte doesn't know is that every mistake serves a purpose.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles