"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

Trying to forget her past, Tiffani decides it was time reconstruct her life. She moves away from England, suspiciously with out telling anybody, to go live with her aunt and cousin in California. Everything is going fine, she finds a new career, she's made some new mates, but everytime she goes to bed she gets nightmares. Nightmares about her past. She chooses to ignore them and push them away for months. But what happens when her nightmares, become her reality? What happens when after all this time from running from her past, it has finally caught up to her? Will she confront it, or will she fall into the same old pattern as before.

The fame has finally gotten to Harry Styles. After a year of being in the limelight with girls, money and an endless stream of papparazzi, he's changed for the worse. He takes his fans, friends and family for granted. No one can change his attitude...or maybe one girl can.

"Love is like drinking beer. Once you get too much of it, you start acting stupid." -Klara Styles. "Love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again." -Leah Styles. Leah loved love. She loved her parents' love. She loved their love story; how the famous Harry Styles had fallen in love with the girl he was arranged to marry. He didn't plan on doing it, but it happened. And it infatuated Leah. She wanted someone to look at her the way her father looked at her mother. Klara, contrary to her sister's belief, thought love was a waste of time. It's not like she had been hurt in the past - she just didn't waste any time in feeling such exponential feelings for some guy. She was more like the girl who would just party and not care. But two boys - both very different - go to the girl you wouldn't think. A softie for Klara, and a notorious drummer for Leah. Love's a funny thing, isn't it?

A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wanted it. So when Harry meets Ella Mason the first day of his sophomore year in college, it doesn't take long to know she's the one he had always been waiting for. After all, just months before, he'd said goodbye to his old ways. It was perfect timing. Or was it? ❝You're my safe place, baby. You're my haven.❞ © Amanda V. Montgomery Warning: Contains Mature Content.

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...

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Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

Have you ever met someone that took your breath away? The very sight of them was beautiful, and you just couldn't stand to be a second away from them? They were so far out of your league, but you just couldn't keep away? You wanted to do everything to please them and let them know they mean so much to you? That person to me was Summer Addison. We met by chance, and I fell in love. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I wanted to get to know her. The problem? She wasn't exactly who I thought she was. I'm Harry Styles, and this is my story of how I fell in love with royalty. ** For any translations, check my reading list **

A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.