SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

Aria ha sedici anni quando la sua vita cambia all'improvviso: lascia la frenesia di New York per una cittadina di mare silenziosa, quasi sospesa nel tempo. Per lei, abituata al rumore e alle luci, è un salto nel vuoto... e quel vuoto si riempie presto di domande. La nuova casa, un'antica villa dal profumo salmastro, sembra osservarla e chiamarla. Ogni porta cigola come se la riconoscesse, ogni stanza le trasmette una familiarità inquietante, come se qualcosa l'aspettasse da tempo. Tra corridoi pieni d'ombra e giornate scandite da silenzi che parlano, Aria percepisce presenze sottili: sguardi sfuggenti, gesti gentili ma ambigui, incontri che non sembrano affatto casuali. Chiunque incroci pare nascondere qualcosa, e più Aria tenta di capire, più la verità le scivola tra le dita. A complicare tutto nasce un sentimento dolce e travolgente, una confusione che le fa battere il cuore e la spaventa. Un legame silenzioso, fatto di dettagli rubati e emozioni che non riesce a ignorare. Potrebbe essere la sua ancora... o la sua rovina. Quando un ritrovamento nascosto nella villa mette in crisi tutto ciò che credeva sulla sua famiglia e su se stessa, Aria viene trascinata in un intreccio di segreti, ricordi sepolti e verità che qualcuno vuole tenere nell'ombra. Capirà presto che nulla è casuale, che ogni incontro ha un significato e che il passato non resta mai davvero indietro. E scoprirà che l'amore - quello che ti cambia e ti salva - può nascere nel momento più inaspettato. La sua avventura è appena iniziata. E ciò che l'attende potrebbe riscrivere il suo destino.

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

"I want Astoria back, you want Weasel back - for some unknown reason. They'll come crawling back on their hands and knees. Simple, really." "Are you proposing we fake date?" I asked, incredulously. He smirked, "Oh Granger, that's exactly what I am proposing." --- Takes place eighth year and they all come back to Hogwarts. Voldemort is dead, however everyone who died in the war is alive. (Completed) #1 in Hermione and #1 in Dramione

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry Potter has been killed and Lord Voldemort now reigns. As the Second Wizarding War ends, the Dark Lord enacts a repopulation effort for the production of Death Eater children. Draco Malfoy has climbed up the ladder to become the Dark Lord's right hand - the High Reeve - and is sent a slave to be the surrogate for the promised Malfoy Heir. This is a dark work and readers discretion is advised. This book is inspired and written along side Manacled by SenLinYu with her permission and open book policy.

The fall of Lord Voldemort was supposed to mark the end of the dark days but it was only the beginning. A far more powerful wizard would become their newest threat. The boy who lived obsessed with escaping death, eager to bring about his own reign of terror, betrays them all. All they know and love seems unfamiliar whilst the unfamiliar becomes all they have left. Some will break under the pressure and some will come into their element but who will survive? Draco and Hermione along with Ron, Neville, Luna, Dean and Seamus take to a life on the run as they desperately try to work out what it is Harry desires, and what it will take to reclaim the peace they came so close to tasting.

Tratto dal prologo: "Probabilmente vi sarete chiesti innumerevoli volte che cosa sia la vita. Lo avrete cercato nei libri, lo avrete chiesto ai vostri genitori, avrete desiderato così tanto saperlo da non accorgervi che la risposta è proprio sotto i vostri occhi. Ve ne siete accorti? State parlando con la vostra anima affinché vi faccia conoscere la verità? Sapete, potrei anche dirvelo io che cos'è la vita, ma il libro finirebbe subito. Vorrei raccontarvi una storia, una storia che ha fatto riflettere molto anche me, che sicuramente avrà lo stesso effetto su di voi. Avete già la risposta pronta? Sapete che cos'è la vita? Chiudete questo libro e mettetelo da parte, donatelo a qualcuno che deve ancora trovare la risposta dentro di sé.„ "Le stava entrando sotto la pelle, ma questo lei ancora non lo sapeva. Lui era quella nebbia densa e scura che le stava infettando il sangue e annerendo l'anima. Hermione era fatta della stessa materia di cui era fatto Draco.[...]„ QUESTA STORIA È SCRITTA DI MIO PUGNO, PERTANTO CI TERREI A RICORDARE CHE È COPERTA DA COPYRIGHT E CHE IL PLAGIO È UN REATO PUNIBILE LEGALMENTE. QUALSIASI COPIA, TOTALE O PARZIALE, SARÀ SEVERAMENTE SANZIONATA.