✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

In order to be taken seriously, Lexi has had to become something she hates; emotionless, ruthless and a little bit brutal. But despite the tough exterior, she has one weakness, a green-eyed man with a smile that makes her stomach flip and ego so big she wants to slap it right out of him.

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.*