Vera Aguilar finds herself without a place to live when her roommate gives her room to someone else. In search of a new apartment, Vera finds what she assumes will be the perfect solution. When Vera goes to meet the landlord for the keys, she knocks on the door and is met with a surprise, one that will change her life.

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

"You're wet for me" Harry says. "Is that a good thing?" I ask "Perfect" Harry is the typical high school bad boy who's afraid of love. What does he do once he cant hide from it. Harry doesn't date, right? Jess is just trying to go by her senior year as quickly as possible. The annoying jock gets in the way. He always does. She tries her best to stay away but, is it really that simple?

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked as she softly caressed his rough face, her ring-clad hand becoming tainted with the warm, crimson-red liquid. The smirk was wiped off her face as rage seized her and took over her previously relaxed features. Her muscles grew tense as her fingers forcefully grabbed his beaten jaw, turning his head to look at his bloody tongue lying on the floor. As a faint chuckle fell out of my lips, Arabella turned to me and approached me with the bloodied knife pointed in my direction. Fuck me. "Do you want to be next, Styles?" she asked rhetorically. "Depends on what cat would get my tongue." *** Contains themes of violence, explicit, and mature content.

"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets. Which i can only guess are guns. What else would they be? He waves them off and stalks towards me, standing behind my chair. I try to turn my head to look behind me, at him, but his hands move to the sides of my face, stopping me. "I can give you the world Mia. I am no fool. I know that love takes time, and I will give you as much as it takes. But you are mine." He says so calmly. -------------------------- When Mia Jones, a College student from Australia with a mysterious past is offered the opportunity to work as a translator for a man she had never heard of in New York City, she had assumed it would be a normal job, little did she know it would be the end of her freedom. Matteo Giovanni is the most feared Mafia leader in New York, and the whole country, heir to the Italian Mafia, he is used to getting what he wants. And when he sees Mia walk into his office for a job interview, he knows he wants her. She is his light, and he is her darkness. Will Mia ever be able to escape Matteo and the Mafia, or will she fall in love before she can stop herself? WARNING: Within this story there is coarse language, themes and violence. ______________________ #1 in Romance 29/10/2020 ----------------------------------- Began: 21/08/2020 Completed: 13/01/2021

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.