Brianna Morgan is a twenty year old girl who is trying to fix her second shot in life. She has her twin sister to help out and also five boys from a boy band called One Direction. How could she handle happiness and hurt at the same time, when that was her problem from the beginning.

Somethings don't really go the way you plan it to. This year went a bit differently for Simon's niece, Aria. Adding 9 more important boys in her life, followed by some people from the past, things get.... Not so pretty. Love. Laughs. Tears. Arguements. She's been through hell and back, now it's time for round 2. It was One Hell Of A Year.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

Harry was tired of it. He was tired of being the "lead singer" of the band. He was tired of being "the flirty, filthy manwhore". He hated the fame. He hated the attention. He hated everything. Scarlett was tired of breathing. She just got out of rehab but still struggling. Her whole life she'd been known as "the quiet girl". She was always in everyone else's shadow. She was constantly put down, overlooked, and constantly change so she'd "be good enough". "Tired" couldn't even explain her pain. The two seem to be completely different, but are they really? When they finally meet they realize one thing: They're just what they needed. // book one of the strings series //

Josephine Marie Laken is a girl who just wants to be the perfect daughter to her parents. She craves to bring home perfect grades, even though it stresses her out to no ends. When she agrees to tutor a student in History as a favor to Mr. Harbors, that will also help raise her grade, she didn't know just what she was getting into. And she wondered; if I did know how everything would go from there on, would I have changed anything? Or would I have walked straight down the road of ruins anyways?

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."