"Aww baby come here and sit on my face and let my tongue say sorry."

THE MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 16. THIS WRITING IS STRICTLY MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. USES OF LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES ARE USED PLEASE DO NOT BE DISTURBED. THIS IS A WARNING... * Fifty shades of grey readers will find the similarities between my book and the book itself, but I can assure you that nothing has been copied from the book nor will share the same EVENTS or ACTIVITIES. But like I said before, it will be similar. Any messages about copy right infringement will be ignored and deleted since it has already been stated in this paragraph. Thank you. Oh and saying I have lack of originality, don't bother telling me. Please enjoy:) x

5 Girls named Maddi, Josie, Brianna, Angie, and Amy all lived on the beach together. There live there normal lives. Yet they had a big secret. They were Mermaids. Ok now being a mermaid has its up and downs. They cant go swimming with other friends. They cant touch water at all and when it rains they have to stay inside all day. But they can hold there breath for two hours at a time and they have powers. They can swim faster then a dolphin and talk to them even. But there lives were not always like this. They all had normal lives before they got dragged under by rip tides. So about six months after they became mermaids they ran into the most famous boyband in the world. One Direction. Will they keep there secret? Or well accidents happen?

My breathing stopped. Like everything around me just stopped, time froze. My Mom was poor and my Dad was dead, well that's what my Mom told me. It seemed like everything resumed and the auction guy yelled the four letters I never wanted to hear. " Sold! " He screamed into the mic. That's when I fell onto my knees and started crying like there was no tomorrow. I have a owner now. Mine was named Harry Styles.

[COMPLETED] "Why do you always stare at me?" "B-Because You're B-Beau-tiful." Violet was the shy girl Harry loved to draw. Harry was the stuttering boy Violet fell in love with. © londonstars

"hey kat, what's it like to be friends with the most hated kid in school?" they asked me this all the time and i had only one response. i chuckled. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • warning: not your average "new kid" story. may contain the following: strong violence, gore, alcohol abuse, and maybe more without forewarning.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the loft. The right place to do wrong." What if there was a place where you could do anything, and no one would ever find out. A place where you could chase your wildest dreams and fulfill your deepest desires? Would you go? But what happens when your wildest dreams turn into your most terrifying nightmares?

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

Hunter Evelyn is an unstoppable, cold-blooded killer. A professional assassin trained to do one thing, and one thing only: eliminate the target. Her next target is Harry Styles, the leader of a rival crime-invested drug gang who needs to be terminated. But what happens when Hunter's reluctance to kill him begins to grow? Will he find out about her previous heinous intentions? When demons from her past begin to inexplicably return and force her to face trauma she has tried so deeply to bury, it becomes clear to Hunter her Boss has discovered she isn't playing her part. And when Boss assigns a target, they will be eliminated under any circumstances. Even if that means taking down Hunter as well. -------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story contains (from the start and continuously throughout) strong use of profanities, drug use, prostitution, death, graphic sex, mentions of sexual assault and other scenes some readers may find disturbing. Do NOT read if there is a chance this may trigger you. I do not condone any decisions or activities these characters partake in - they are strictly for entertainment purposes only. Neither am I suggesting these characters are in any way similar (excluding visually) to the real boys - this is a work of fiction. Copyright © 2014 by Izzy Alexander All Rights Reserved ® All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored, in any form or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author.