This story will make you want to buy gallons of holy water and bathe in it while reciting the bible. If you read on then here *hands you ticket*. A free ticket to hell. You're welcome.

Vivian, the Black Widow, has silently and successfully worked as a spy assassin for a secret organization run by Des Styles. She kills anyone between undercover drug dealers to mafia leaders helping keep major crime across the globe, at bay. Doing the job has never been an issue for Vivian.. that is until she is reassigned to protect and teach Harry Styles, the failed sleeper agent and son of her boss after his mother is brutally murdered. One way or another they'll have to learn to work together as secrets come to light & lines are crossed making the Black Widow soon realize that she may not be the good guy after all... WARNING: Mature Content (Sex,Foul language, scenes that may be disturbing)

Drifter - \ˈdrif-tər\ : A person who moves from place to place. They are but simple wanderers, for whatever reasons they have to be one. Only when they find a reason to stay, will they no longer be a Drifter. Her reason was Him Started: JUNE 2014 Finished: OCT 2014 WARNING: Explicit language, & Sexual scenes will occur in this story.

This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

It was not enough to pretend to be in love and have a happy ending when enemies are outside and waiting. {Text copyright ® oceanharryx™ 2013-}

I killed my daddy. Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover art @halcyontimes

Annabelle Monroe has been filming commercials and earning small parts in movies here and there practically her whole life. But when she gets a call requesting she be apart of the American Horror Story cast and falls in love with a co-star, her life does a complete flip flop.

That first moment I set eyes on you, I was drunk off my ass, but little did I know that at the same time, I was falling madly...and deeply, in love with you. Rosemary is a poet, stringing words together and sharing with the world the crazy life she's lived in her few years of life. Evan is a stranger. That guy you meet in a bar, question, and end up taking home, only it's different. Something is different. "I don't know what to think anymore. Nothing seems real. I can't tell the difference between life and death and at a certain point I don't care to know anymore." "Then let go." (I'm in the process of editing, so excuse misspelled words and grammar! My bad.) Hope you enjoy this story! It's the #1 Evan Peters story of Wattpad, which is really cool. It's also my second completed story on here. Some people have told me they've cried, which actually makes me feel really pleased, in a bittersweet way! I have a trailer on the side! I think it's pretty cool, and will give you an accurate feel for the story. It's really not that long at all. Hope you'll give it a chance. Let me know what you think! Thanks. -Lauren

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.