"I was right about you Harry.... You are just a fucking stuck up snob" Louis hates Harry. Harry hates Louis. What more can I say?

Ally and Harry, two complete opposites. What happens when you put the most popular girl in school and her tutor together? A short story about what happens when two people from different social standings come together for more than just a late night study session. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

It was enough to make the little baby hairs on the back of my neck stand, but No this was different this was more. more then I could explain. "Speak little girl, or ill make you" he growled the thin thread of comprehension he had left was now split in the middle. "Why do you hate me" the words flew past my lips even I couldn't comprehend my own voice until his brows pulled together. "Is this why you came to bother me." he chuckled a cold glaze falling over his eyes "do you really want to know" he continued getting up causing his seat to furiously scrape against the pristine floors. "Huh Eden, would it satisfy you to know" he smirked. 🤍

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

her lip was between his teeth and her heart between his fingers. set in italy in the 1950s. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sweet. mature content.

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

// "Shit Flower, I miss you." // In which a former drug dealer who fell in love with the bosses' daughter finds himself still loving her. [sequel to flower]

"why don't you talk more?" "nobody listens," "I'll listen." i have a poem account on tiktok, (same user as on here) and a poem went crazy viral so people were telling me to write a story inspired by it :) a girl sits in the back of the class, taking notes. her hair is messy, and so is her handwriting. her head is down, hiding from anyone who might know her name, while a boy sits in the front, with his head high as everyone laughs at his joke. but this isn't a love story. not even close. see, they aren't strangers, but they act like they are. he knows her name, but he also knows she will never be enough for him, no matter how much he wants her to be. -L

*STORY BEING EDITTED AND RE-RELEASED ON GOODNOVEL.COM* Nadine is one of those smart innocent girls that is so naive, the word sex is like a bad word to her. Meeting Chase was never on her to-do list, but if it was she would've done it long ago. Chase is part of the mafia and has this soft spot for Nadine and her innocence. He wanted her to be his and he Always gets what he wants.