"Holy fucking love for cannoli you're..." I gasp but immediately got interrupted by a large, warm hand landing flat on my mouth. My eyes widen and my head move automatically to look at the face on my right, his green orbs and all his facial glory mere centimeters away from mine. He pulls me to the corner and whispers "Two choices, I'll knock you out or you keep you mouth shut" My eyes widen even more if that was even possible and swallow deeply. "I'll pick the latter if I were you" he whispers again, his minty breath fanning the side of my face. My breath hitches and cheeks burn but pulled myself together and nodded. His hand loosens and slowly left the surface of my face. I blink and turned to face him, still in a state of shock, eyes wide and mouth opened like the Pacific Ocean. It's Ryder Crawford a.k.a. the biggest thing in music right now and probably ever. "Wha-what can I help you with?" I stutter fiddling the thumb of my now clammy hands. *** This is the meeting that will unknowingly change Silver Jones' life and take her to an unforgettable hitch ride with Ryder Crawford. Dreams coming true and nightmares realized, Falling in love and shattering to pieces, Finding bliss and accepting void, All things and everything in between in a trip with the biggest superstar of the generation. **** I shipped haylor back in the day and I might never admit it but I think I really still do ❤️️

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Quinn Adams has the definition of a perfect life for some. She lives in the most expensive house, she's rich, she's popular, and she can get any guy she chooses. Her life is described as neat, clean, and elegant. Her next door neighbor, Harry Styles is quite the opposite. His household is messy, loud, and disruptive. His Mom works at the local diner as a waitress and his Dad is a mechanic. He has six siblings and is poor. These two opposites have been neighbors for twelve years and never said two words to each other. That is until the summer before senior year comes around and everything changes for the two. All rights reserved, 2017 © jkharrystyles

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

I do! I do! I do! You only have to say one thing davina, say it right. I do... i do... i... I kept repeting the words in my mind so i won't forget them. When my father told me 6 months ago that i have to marry this guy i didn't think the day would come this fast, i'm not even ready. What's his name again? Fuck! This is my first time writing a book, be good with me.

Everyone loves random hookups right? What happens when that 'random hookup' ends up being your new teacher? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO FROSTYNARRY 2015

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))

Anna Taylor. The spoiled princess of the underworld. Harry Styles. The hired bodyguard to keep the youngest Taylor protected from the only world she's ever known. The Taylors are known for their corrupted clubs and the dark things that happen in them. They're known to the overprotective of the youngest Taylor and have a way of making people disappear without a trace. Secrets will be unveiled, and loyalty will be tested. If Anna Taylor knows anything, it's how to get what she wants, even if Harry pretends that he doesn't burn with jealously each time she touches another man in front of him.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."