Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

***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."

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}

𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴. Harry was not expecting something like this, and Nadine didn't even dare to think about it, but when he moves to the States in search of inspiration to pursue a career in writing, meeting her gives him more than just somebody to write about. He is fascinated by her from the first night they meet and after spending time with each other he realizes that his feelings for her are deeper than he planned them to be. From afar, Nadine's life seems more than perfect, while behind closed doors, the instability of the marriage she had to agree with and the constant feeling of hopelessness drive her to make bad decisions and create a new life for herself, separated from the true one that she is desperate to leave behind, but when she finally feels happy after years of thinking her life ended before it even started, she is divided between doing the right thing and holding into that feeling for a little longer. They all say that trust is the foundation of love, but what are you supposed to do when everything started with a lie? //This book contains mature and explicit content such as vulgar language, sexual content, physical abuse, and mental abuse.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

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.*

In an Elite, private School filled with sex, drugs and corruption, the most popular girl, Megan Ryan mysteriously vanishes. In a turn of interesting revelations, it is found out that the troublemaker, the player, the rich boy, the slut, the church girl, and the freak are all in some way connected to her disappearance. Soon to be connected to eachother. •𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒮𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒜𝒰 🍒🌻 •ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 🍉