"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

"Don't you know who I am?! I'm an evil person! I'm a monster dressed in human disguise. So you better get that straight through your head. Fuck! I'm supposed to protect you, not fall in ..." "Fall in what Harry?! Fall in love with me?!" Harry, a gang member; Illeana, a dead cop's daughter. He kills lives; she saves lives. Both being complete opposites of one another but somehow fall for each other in their own sick twisted reality filled with lies, betrayal and dark love. But this is just the part of the story. What happens when the person we love the most turns out to be one who hurts us the most? What happens when the person who knows all your truth betrays you with all their lies? What happens when the strong ones turn out to be weakest ones? What happens when the love turns into evil? _______________________________________________ Started on 04/04/21

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing

Miami, 1997. Sunny skies and bright lights Sad vibes and dark nights Crashing In perfect synchrony *** she found the colors to paint him where the world had left him gray (a t t i cu s) *** Mature and explicit content. Read it at your own risk.

Devil's Due: To acknowledge the positive qualities of a person who is unpleasant or disliked. 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*

"Hell's boring, Birdie." He claims, that cold, dead stare back to his eyes. "And this, this is what I call a Monday night."

Three weeks in Europe. Two heartbroken strangers. One whirlwind romance.

"Oh, and Honey Bunny?" I look up at Harry, being able to move only my head from how strongly he tied me up. A shiver runs down my spine the moment our eyes meet, my stomach rummaging around itself - the intensity on his green stare is not something I've ever seen before. He's menacing. He glares down for a moment before he kneels right in front of me, his face now in the same level as mine. Raising his hand, he runs the black paddle whip on my torso, softly teasing it between my breasts and moving down to the base of my belly. I whimper in expectation, a mix of adrenaline, fear and eagerness making my heart beat incredibly fast. His eyes darkens as he gets closer, pressing his lips on the shell of my ear. "Next time you think of fucking playing around like that, be sure you can handle the consequences." *** "It starts in the aurora, and ends at the dusk". This book is a SEQUEL to Aurora. Be sure you read first one before starting this ;) *** MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. *** Started: March, 2021.

*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