It's basically as the title says. I'll take any suggestions and try and write them for you, and i will mainly be doing jacks x evangeline, but you can make suggestions involving other OUABH and TBONA characters and if you want you can ask me to add y/n :) (except apollo because i would murder him if i could). Anyways, this is just fun for me because OUABH trilogy are my favourite books. Hope you enjoy! *DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE GARBER EXCEPT NAMES OF THE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE IN THE FANFICS AND I DID NOT CREATE THE COVER ART* "Ah, but you see, Little Fox, you may be thinking of him," Jacks brushes the tips of his fingers up her thigh, her -his- shirt she stole being pushed up to her hip; she tries to hide a gasp, a wave of sickly de ja vu from that night in the secret passage ways flitting into her mind. "But you'll still always be mine."

*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

Virulence: Toxic, Dangerous, and Unpredictable. Who will be the most virulent within this troubling tale? Toxicity simply runs through the bones of so many people....It is too soon to tell. But at a private, university-based boarding school, off of the coast of Northern Scotland, there houses an elite academy which is full of rebellious and wealthy students--many of whom harbor plethora's of troubling secrets. And, with the stark changes to the school's social hierarchy, ignited by the abrupt entry of a student by the name of Catherine Vanderbilt, many of those once-hidden secrets, suddenly seem to come to light. Because of this, along with a torrent of other heinous things, virulence is free-flooding through the bones of them all. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • WARNING: 🔺18+ // THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE AND EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT THROUGHOUT ITS ENTIRETY. VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT, ARE SOME COMMON THEMES IN THIS STORY. READERS PLEASE TAKE NOTE. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. //🔺 • All Rights Reserved • Started: April 04, 2021 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 harryedwardstyles #1 overseas #1 darkfanfic #1 unpredictable #1 zendaya #1 darkfanfiction

*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

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

It was not enough to pretend to be in love and have a happy ending when enemies are outside and waiting. {Text copyright ® oceanharryx™ 2013-}

"I'm not afraid of you." "Oh, but you should be."

"I overthink too much." He shrugs, "Maybe that's a good thing. It'll keep you outta trouble." "Ugh," I groan, falling back on the bed. "I think I need some trouble in my life at this point." I stare at the ceiling fan, watching it twirl quickly. "My life has so many restrictions. Because I stop myself from doing everything. For example," I lean up on my elbows to look at him. "You." // Devri Quinn, a 26 year old undercover agent gets paired with 4 boys and 3 girls to go on a top secret mission in Los Angeles, California. She has her guard up and swears to keep things professional, unlike her fellow agents, in fear of the past repeating itself. But her loyalty is tested whenever one of the agents she's paired with sparks something within her that she doesn't expect. Will she be able to resist him? Or does she take the risk and give in to her true feelings?

"Think you're tough huh?" I can see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and I notice his tongue run over his bottom lip before he continues, making a chill run down my spine. "Telling off the Big Bad Wolf like that... I think you rather enjoyed it" he then decides to completely invade my personal space on purpose even more and brings his index finger to my chin to tilt it up slightly. "You know, I like bold women... and that was quite bold". I manage to lock my jaw, just before it's about to drop. He's actually making a move on me right now. But I know exactly what game he's trying to play. He assumes I'll fall for it like the rest, and when I'm about to lean forward and give into him, he'll pull back and I'll look like a damn fool. Tough luck Styles, you gotta be more creative than that. I decide to flip it and play him instead though, leaning in as close as I can without actually touching his face with mine. My stomach flutters slightly because I can already see the smirk forming on his face when he thinks he's got me and I know he hasn't. But instead of doing what he's counting on being my next move, I whisper, "well that's just too bad... Assholes aren't my type". ••• Contains vulgar language/sexual content/ drug use/descriptive violence READ AT OWN RISK!