Limapayne Stories

Zajmowanie się czwórką niesfornych dzieciaków w ciałach dorosłych mężczyzn nie jest łatwe. Zwłaszcza jeśli jeden z nich jest cholernie gorącym arabem, drugi obsesyjnie kocha jedzenie i shipy trzeci uzależniony jest od marchewki, a czwarty za swoją drugą miłość uważa markę ubrań. Ach no i oczywiście jeśli Daddy panicznie boi się łyżek. Obecne: Ziam, Larry oraz Nillxjedzenie ewentualnie Shaill Okładka jest okropna więc jeśli ktoś chętny zrobić lepszą to będę skakać ze szczęścia

{- keep in mind i was 12 when i wrote this. if you're looking for a recent Harry fanfic, check out my latest story which is 10x better - } Melody Styles was just a three year old. She never knew her father, Harry Styles, until something tragic happened to Melody's mother, Jocelyn. Melody is turned over to her Dad and has to go through life not having a mother. Harry is becoming famous rapidly fast and is entering the world of super-stardom. Does he have time to take care of Melody? His Melody is a heart warming story about a toddler and the growing relationship with her and her father, who started off as a mystery.

“Harry.” She spoke to the curly-haired boy, acknowledging his presence, then throwing her head back and to take a sip out of the bottle she held in her hand. “What’s your name?” Harry spoke in my ear, his raspy voice strangely audible over the deafening music. A shiver was sent down my spine. I looked up into his eyes, a smile on my face. “Molly.” I replied, having to stand on tip toes to speak into his ear. “Molly.” He repeated, dimples appearing as he smiled down at me. “I like that.”

The tragic love story that wasn't made for the books. Emma and Harry may not seem like the perfect couple. But their story is unforgettable. Read to figure out Harry's journey of his first and only love and the tragic car crash she was involved in. Learn the story of how Harry and Emma fell in love.

Best Romantic Fanfiction.

It's a One Direction wedding series!! Enjoy(:

Zayn nigdy nie był grzecznym chłopcem. Chodził na imprezy, palił, pił, lubił seks i szybkie samochody. Nigdy jednak w swoim dziewiętnastoletnim życiu nie zrobił nikomu nic złego, no może po za obiciem mordy kolesia, który dobierał się do jego dziewczyny. Bardzo kochał swoich przyjaciół, rodzinę i Gigi. Był szczęśliwy w swoim pokręconym świecie. Póki pewien gang nie pomylił adresu. !UWAGA! Miłość homoseksualna! Nie lubisz? Akysz! Poza tym dużo przemocy i bluźnierstw!

Rubbish het thing I wrote when I was younger that I've just found again. Help me.

Harry owns a bakery and Louis looks lime he was crafted by the Gods on Mount Olympus.

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...

**COMPLETED ✓** 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ~ 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰! ~ - - - Basically the one in which Liam is a hopeless romantic for Zayn, dreaming about him when he's supposed to be asleep. 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓!!