" وأنت ما أسمك ؟" سأل نايل وهو ينظر لها بعيونه الزرقاء البارده كالثليج ، خاليه من أي مشاعر . وضعت ماري يدها على فمها وهزت رأسها يميناً وشمالا. رفع لها حاجبه " لا يمكنك التحدث؟ " أومأت له ك"نعم ". + هى تحتاج إلى من ينقذها من والدها وهو يحتاج إلى من ينقذه من نفسه.

عندما تحب شخص ولا تنساه ولو ثانيه ولكن عندما تقابله لايتذكرك او با الاحرى لايعرفك انه امر مؤلم جدا هذه روايتي تحكي عن فتاة تدعى سوزي يموت والدها وهي بالمرحله المتوسطه لذا تضطر ان تعيش مع عمتها وهيا مشهوره جدا في المدرسه وتلقب بالاميره ستتحدث روايتي عن هذه الاميره الصغيره ~

Lennon's dad, Axel is out of the grave and walking the Earth, willing and able to destroy anything that comes between him and his prize, even his own blood. But Axel of all people should know; defeat doesn't run through the family veins. So, who has the nerve to pull the trigger? Never underestimate a girl who used to make bread for a living, Harry Styles learnt that. However, Axel isn't the only one who wants a hint of drama, Lennon is at the number one spot of another hit list. One nineteen year old girl can only take so much, and sometimes it's too much for even the person you love to save you...

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

When a boy and a girl meets, they become friends, then probably fall in love, then comes the ‘I love you’s and then maybe, just maybe, they end up getting married. In this case, what if a criminal, who’s capable of killing people with only one hand, meets an innocent girl who doesn’t even dare to kill ants? Well, a lot of things can happen, especially if they’re both total opposites. Harry and Violet are total opposites of each other, but they do have one thing in common; they both hate life. Of course, they quickly click together like how negative and positive magnets attract. Then again, where is the fun in the relationship without cupid? When cupid decides to join in the relationship, he twists it around into a game; a game of love and escape. "I dream of escape but never try." [TRAILER ON THE SIDE] Fan Fiction #10 / Teen Fiction #26

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

- " أذا وأخيراً القطه الصغيره تستطيع ان تتحدث ..." قاطعته فرح وكررت عليه سؤالها " ماذا تريد ؟" كان صوتها ثآبت وقوي على عكس ما كانت تشعر به تماماً بداخلها . نظر لها في عيناها وقد تحولت ملامح وجهه كله الى ملامح جاده وقال : " أريدك انتي" ___________ .فرح فتاة كانت الحياة امامها دائما صعبة , لديها ما يكفيها من المشكلات في سبيل بحثها عن بيت لها أو عائلة تضمها بعد ان توفى أفراد عائلتها . ولكن ماذا سيحدث عندما يدخل في حياتها ذلك الفتى المسى هاري . سيدخل ومعه الكثير من مشاكل حياته الخاصه , وسوف يفتح امامها ابواب عالم لم تكن تعلم انه موجود حتى . __________

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...