"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

This story follows Ivy Parkinson, the twin sister of Pansy Parkinson, and her journey through her seventh year at Hogwarts. She's lived her whole life in the shadow of her sister Pansy, always playing second best to her. Written in the perspective of both Ivy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, we watch as their story unfolds. {Deathly Hallows era} 18+ | smut *this is written as if Voldemort never came back after the first wizarding war*

Forced to move, Ember Evergreen has to say goodbye to her best friend. She never thought she would see him again and it broke her heart. 10 years later, winning a raffle in New York she finds herself in a peculiar situation. She had won concert tickets, quickly recognizing the name on them. Harry Styles. She'll be able to see him again, but there's no way he remembers her... right? "The air in my lungs seemed to be stolen as I saw Harry, he seemed so different yet the same. Of course I had always been caught up with him, and knew what he looked like throughout the years. But seeing him in person was so... surreal. Never in my life had I thought I would ever see him again. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. His bunny teeth seemed cute as ever, his tall build and bright energy taking over the stage without him even trying. Music started immediately and the ground shook along with the bass. What really surprised me was his voice, sure the audience was loud, but his voice silenced them into awe. "Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. That I'm still the only one that's been in love with me. I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth." He started, his voice low yet powerful, a rasp that sounded so perfect. When we were younger we sang together a lot, I always thought he was good. I knew he had potential, I knew he was going somewhere in life. I'm so proud of him. Proud of who he's becoming. Of who he is. Of how happy he seems. I can only imagine how hard he worked for this. I look around the stadium, looking at the thousands of people in the crowd. Each with their own story, different traumas, different memories, different backgrounds. They all came here for him. To support him. Because they love him. Because they're proud of him."

currently editing *THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* ** She always thought she was hard to love. Till he made it seem so easy. ** Isabella Brown, an 18 year old model. On the outside, you can see the life of a normal girl, but on the inside? She doesn't even know what happens inside of that mind of hers. Bella meets Harry, Harry Styles, her friend's best friend. She wants to meet him, but her mind plays against her. And her body, too. ** Heal. In this story Harry Styles is not the same as in real life, as is the life of One Direction. (Where they live, what they do, etc.)

"ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱ." - ʟᴜᴄɪᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ. ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴏ'ᴄᴏɴɴᴇʟʟ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ (ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴇᴛᴄ.), ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ A ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴅᴇᴀʟ? - ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ : ᴊᴜʟʏ 22ɴᴅ, 2019 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ : ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 23ʀᴅ, 2020

A detective develops a partnership with a quick-witted, transient computer scientist leaving clues as she tries to escape his grasp. As if by fortuity, a partnership begins, entangling them in a problematic web of distrust, jealousy, deceit, and sex. Previously titled "Energy." * Contains mature content.

"And what is that?" He says placing his hand next to my head and leaning against the wall, his face being so close to mine again, that I can't help myself but stare at all his detailed features. The small scar over his emerald green eyes, the mole at the side of his nose, and the one on the right side of his upper chin. I had one in the exact same spot. His flawless skin, blushy lips, and the way he was staring at me right now. "You want the keys?" I ask, staring back at his eyes right in front of me. "Beg," I say softly. *** TW: this story contains mature and explicit content

"What we had was a flame." [this story contains mature themes, read at your own risk]

"He's back!" Harry cries. "Voldemort's back and he killed Cedric!" Malory's eyes grow big after the words come out of Harry's mouth. The pain slowly starts to fade and it's replaced by fear. "There's no way, right?" Blaise asks his friends. They all stay silent. Malory wipes the sweat from her neck and tries to breathe normally but struggles to do so. There is no way, he's dead. He died October 31st, 1981, Malory thinks to herself. But when she glances down at her left arm and rubs the fabric of her coat sleeve, a terrifying thought comes to mind. A thought that has always lingered in her brain but was never taken seriously. Dad's back. ~~~ Malory Roberts, Aaryana Black, Blaise Zabini, and Draco Malfoy. Four Slytherin students that practically rule Hogwarts. When looking surface level, the only problems you can see is them trying to decide what booze to bring to the next party. But as you dig deeper, you'll realize that there's a lot more going on. To make things worse, Malory has a secret even her three best friend's don't know. And it's going to create chaos all around the wizarding world, especially at Hogwarts. A Harry Potter spin off, and Draco Malfoy love story.

"You're making a deal with the devil, darling. I mean that quite literally." He slowly takes a step closer to me, but I keep my eyes on the ground. The sound of the gravel being kicked up by his boots makes breathing harder. I swallow the lump in my throat and let out a shaky breath. "I know. But his life means more to me than my own." [ COMPLETED ]