in which two complete opposite teenagers occasionally spends one hour together during detention, whereas they don't speak outside that classroom at all.

Michael Clifford has a twin sister. The one and only thing about her is that Michael has gone his entire life without ever knowing about her existence. That comes crashing down when she is forced to move next door.

Helen has always heard that love is blind, but she's starting to realise that love may not be blind after all, but rather forbidden, and in the shape of her step-father. Or After the unfortunate demise of her mother, Helen can't help but lust after her far-too-young and attractive step-father. Both Helen and Luke have bonded and developed a relationship through the mourning of her mother. But now lines are becoming blurred as their relationship develops further. Helen is struggling to manage with her feelings towards Luke, while Luke is battling his own demons of loss, shame and guilt. Warning: This story contains scenes/themes that are of an explicit and erotic nature and is intended for new adults, 18+. Story contains consensual sex between step relations (step-dad / step-daughter), with the female main character being under the age of 18, but over the age of 16, which is the legal age of consent in my country, and the country in which the story takes place. Please, if this makes you uncomfortable, then do not read. I do not condone kink-shaming and/or other negativity towards myself or my readers regarding this matter. This is a safe space for all. You have been warned. ON THE MENU: • hand necklaces • "good girl" • "eyes on me" • taboo relationship (step-father / step-daughter) • age gap (12 years) Enjoy 🖤 ⚠️ SLOW UPDATES BUT WILL BE FINISHED ⚠️

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

in which she's dragged to an illegal boxing ring and runs into the most feared fighter there "You were never meant to be the one with bruises." boxer!luke highest rankings: #29 in lukehemmings #4 in boxer #3 in lrh #7 in 5secondsofsummer warnings: -mature language -sexual content -mentions of drugs and alcohol

"What are you doing with those?" I asked, staring intently at the handcuffs in his hands as he approached me. He had a little smirk on his face, the fuzzy black handcuffs combined with the look on his face making my heart race. "I wasn't kidding when I told you I was dirty, Cherry." He said. ** WARNING: This book contains smut! COMPLETED

"You're adorable as death." **** Michael Clifford was haunted by the monster that lived inside him. He couldn't help but be addicted to the thoughts of death and murder that it would feed to him. And even though he knew it was wrong, he wanted those thoughts... he needed them. And he knew that one day... one day he would cave in and kill someone. **** -All rights reserved. Copyright © im-not-a-demon

{Sequel to Fangirl, I recommend reading it before you continue} Michael and I were two peas in a pod. Best friends, and dating in my mind. Then, something changed in him. His personality was completely different, everything was crazy. I was convinced we would never be the same, after all, I was just a broken fangirl to him.

Broken boy meets broken girl. "You're not as messed up as you think." (this story is super cliche and it kind of sucks i'm sorry)

They were living the dream, four boys travelling the world, preforming in front of thousands; not a care in the world, other than keeping their instruments in tune and their hair on point. She was alone, living on her own, basically, with a family who wanted nothing to do with her. She was trying to be strong, aways covering her pain and loneliness with a fake smile, always repeating the words, "I'm fine," which no one could see through, until they come unexpectedly come into her life. She is shown that it's okay to be broken, and that it's alright to cry once in a while. She is shown that she is worth something.