When Harry Styles is surprised with both his girlfriend and his best friend on the same night, to then be forced to share the same hotel room together. What could possibly happen between the three?

What can go wrong when a soon-to-be bride spends her last hours of freedom with a stripper that goes by the name Londyn?

Surrounded by the chaos of a crime-ridden city, Detective Styles is the NYPD's top investigator, tirelessly working to keep the streets safe. His relentless drive and sharp instincts have earned him a reputation for solving even the toughest cases with ease. But as cold cases begin to pile up, the department employs a young detective from another area to assist Styles, hoping their fresh perspective and skills will help tackle the growing caseload. However, Harry's pride may prove to be his biggest obstacle. Will he be able to set aside his ego and work with his new partner, who quickly rises to stardom in the department? Or will history get in the way of solving the city's most elusive mystery?

The fashion industry is a hard one to conquer and even harder to keep strapped between secure hands. Harry and Renleigh have worked all their lives to achieve something that only one of them could have: the top of the rank. But what happens when things get serious and one gives out? Who will be there for them to help pick up the pieces? Will it be enough? • • • Started: 28th October 2018 Finished: 27th August 2019 Fight for Control. © hesasnowflake

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

She was just trying to make ends meet. What she didn't know was, ends meet was a sexy millionaire with the will to kill her with good looks. He was just trying to manage his multimillion company. What he didn't expect was for his new assistant to add onto the ongoing stress. Lainey Bennett only wanted one thing. To make enough money to support her family. But Austin Wood only wanted to give her the world. And so help him God, he would give it to her.

If asked, baby Emily Robinson would have gleefully said that, her life revolved around two cornerstones: volleyball, Riley. Volleyball was the passion that gave her life. Riley was the "special friend" that fueled said passion and offered an otherwise insecure, shy little girl the means to grow up strong, confident, badass. Professional volleyball was a dream close to becoming true. Riley was reality. The most reassuring one. If asked, Emily would have said, she could not live without those two. That's why when, in a matter of months, she loses both, Emily's life starts spiraling down. The self consciousness about her looks goes from easily containable to fullout war waging deep inside her, menacing to bring her down any minute. So when, four years later, Riley comes back, he finds that his cutely shy Honeybee has turned into a beautiful quasi woman that is inexplicably paralyzed by fears. How can he help her regain the strength she had? And what happens when he starts realizing that indeed, his Honeybee is no longer a child, she's become a dangerously attractive girl. How can he help her fight her demons, without letting his mind and heart stray? He can't fall for the same child he used to babysit ... or can he? Highest rank #14 in General Fiction (04/08/2017)

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

Sienna's Mom, Mila, has a best friend, Anne, who she's known her entire life. As Mila and Anne got older and life started getting in their way, they did not see each other as much as they did as when they were teenagers. To reconnect their relationship, they bought neighboring houses in Lake George so that every summer they would see each other and bond. These houses have brought the two families closer than ever for the past few summers. Anne also has a son Sienna's age, which seemed to work out for the two old friends. Or that's what they think anyways.