"𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒-𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒?" © copyright 2019 - All rights reserved.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

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.

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

Annabelle Aconite, the daughter of a Sheriff, always knew there was something off about her. From her strange vivid dreams of her being burned alive, dreams that would leave her chocking, smelling of smoke, and screaming as if the fire was real, To the dangerously attractive stranger who always seemed to pop up just in time to snap her back to reality. Anna's life was never normal and things just seem to get worst once she took in an injured wolf. Years have passed and Anna is determined to move forward, while hoping to leave the past exactly where it belongs, in the past. But that all changes once she sees him. Harry Styles, the bad-boy transfer, who is so bad that he and his friend were shipped out of the UK, and sent to finish school in the US. Anna knows she should stay away from Harry. Harry oozed trouble as if it was sweat, but there was something about him, something about his piercing green eyes, and his dark curls, that reminded her of someone, someone she couldn't quite put her finger on. After witnessing Harry in a fight, Anna's Brother, warns her to stay away from Harry, and tells her that he is nothing but trouble, but against Anna's better judgment she can't seem to stop. She can't deny the fact that she is attracted to him, and that there's something pulling her to him, like she's meant to be with him. But deep down Anna already knows that Harry Styles is nothing human. Animal attacks from years ago; the one's that triggered Anna's dreams, begin swarming the town and the only way Anna can save her town is to uncover what Harry and his friends are. But once you're wrapped into that world there's no turning back. Secrets are told, Identities will be revealed, But once the beast is Unleashed there is no telling what will happen...

*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

louis is a punk bad boy and harry loves flower crowns and guys with tattoos and piercings.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲. ©2017, (_cigarettrs) all rights reserved

Louis Tomlinson is a famous and is mortal enemies with Harry Styles. The pair are always at each others necks. They want nothing to do with each other. They are at 'competition' with each other, yet share the same fans and many of the fans ship them together. What happens when they slowly fall for each other? *completed* #1 in larryy #37 in loveislove

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.