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. 

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

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, LANGUAGE, ABUSE, SELF HARM AND EATING DISORDER. This was published in 2011 on onedirectionfanfiction.com, and I decided to post it here as well in case people were interested. Jackie Vega moved with her family(well...almost) from sunny California to crappy London. And just because her father got a job. Of course, she needs to finish high school. She goes to secondary school, where she is paired up with Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson for a project. She's so innocent, she didn't even get her first kiss. So when you put an innocent girl and two horny, sex addict, crazy players, nothing good can come out of it...for her. But it's not only those two. She's Zayn Malik's new target, Niall Horan's new enemy and Liam Payne's new lab partner. Liam Payne: silent, quiet, cocky. Every good girl's dream boy. Niall Horan: funny, carefree, cheeky. Jackie's new enemy. Zayn Malik: misterious, perverted, always smells like smoke and alcohol. Jackie's new bully. Louis Tomlinson: horny, player, sassy. Jackie's new partner and bully. Harry Styles: most popular boy in school, ladies man, womanizer. Jackie's new partner and bully. --- Let's just say that senior year won't be as she imagined it to be. At least not when you have five very hormonal teenagers who are ready to make your life hell just because you spilled your spaghetti on them. But you know what they say...there is a thin line Between Love and Hate.

he was like a mask--always hiding what's behind. "Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." -James Arthur Baldwin In every story, love wins. Love is so powerful that its stronger than anything. Its a feeling that many others want to be associated with. But not in this story. Love is... weakness. - A story about love, heartbreak, and conquering all. A story that tears two lovers apart again and again because of him. His fate. Can Cassandra and Harry finally have peace? Or will something get in the way, tearing them further apart? All rights reserved.

"I'm pregnant." and "I never cared." are two deadly sentences that Aerial Mason never wants anyone to say to her. So how ironic is it when those exact words are said by her best friend and the one she loves the most?

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

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...