"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

They were never supposed to fall in love. In fact, they were probably never even supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it brings you someone who unexpectedly turns your world upside down. For Ella, it all began on the last day of summer, in a small bakery on the edge of town. With three teenage boys, a plastic knife and a rocketship birthday cake. lol I'm not dead guys

mix·tape ˈmikstāp/ noun a compilation of favorite pieces of music, or ramblings, recorded onto a cassette tape by an individual. Douglas and Beau confess their feelings for each other into a mixtape.

And they did just that: fell for each other, slowly but surely.

"Who's mine?" he asked, leaving wet kisses up and down my neck. I struggled hard to not say the words that he desperately wanted me to say. "Who's mine?" he asked more sternly. He found my weak spot and began sucking on it lightly. I knew right then and there that I was a goner. "Me. I'm yours," I gave in as I moaned softly. --------------------------------------------- Delilah Winthrop was always known as the bad girl everywhere she went. She always broke the rules, she disobeyed people, and she had enough sass and sarcasm to overpower anyone. But when she meets her mate, Nathan, her life takes a drastic turn. Secrets are discovered, sacrifices are made, and wars start brewing.

Because originality on Wattpad is pretty fucking limited and we all know it. So start reading if you wanna see me rant about how some writers really need to do society a favour and staple all their fingers together. But just so you know, I swear like an angry sailor so hehe (✿◠‿◠). cover by: foreveryoung_09

#ASIM | Life ain't all it's cracked up to be... But sometimes, sometimes you get these moments of clarity where you realize just why it's worth living. | A challenge of 30. One story with 30 chapters or 30 stories with one chapter. All still breaking stereotypes of masculinity. (Non-Fiction #10 - Random #40) | inspired by A Study in Femininity, cover by @seanarturo |

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...

"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.