"I will taste you, Natalie." he whispered in my ear. The warm breath from his mouth in my ear made me shiver and I breathed out involuntarily with my eyes closed. I was burning up; my whole body felt like it would spontaneously combust if he didn't touch me. "You can't because-" I started to say, but he stopped me. "Because you're a virgin?" he asked and kissed my neck. "We can easily change that." ______________________________________ © 2016 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved.

Sziasztok! :) Rengeteg ilyet láttam már angolul, ahol ajánlják a kedvenc történeteiket, magyarul viszont egyet sem - legalábbis itt, Wattpadon. Szóval arra gondoltam, hogy én is elkezdenék egy ilyet. Itt leginkább fanfictionöket fogtok találni, de természetesen lesznek olyanok is, amik nem azok. Remélem, tetszeni fog nektek és találni fogtok kedvetekre való történetet!

They call it an obsession. I call it love. What's the difference anyways? -Harry Styles

"And by the way, love," He said in a low voice, his lips ghosting over my ear. "My name is Harry. Not Harold." -//- Elliana thought her family moved away for her father's work. She thought her parents were happy. But what she didn't think was that she, without a reason, had moved into The Strand; the neighbourhood where registered sex offenders are sent to live. People at school seem to know who she is and where she lives before she even arrives. And her next door neighbour seems unable to stay away. ** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ACTS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE, EXTREME LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. **

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

Harry Styles, a 32 year old who lived in a town just outside of London his whole life. When he meets an older women from America, he can't help but see opportunity in a relationship. Through lots of dates and flowers, he finally finds the right time to propose. Mary, your average 17 year old who's parents got a divorce, finds herself wondering what her mom does when she goes to England every month. When her mom breaks the news that she'll be marrying a British man who will now move to Philadelphia with them, she doesn't know what to think. What happens when Harry meets the young Mary? He can't help but feel the need to take care of her and lavish her with gifts. "I only married your mom to get closer with you, princess."

Layla. An ordinary girl at yet another one of her brother's stupid house parties. When a rather handsome stranger radiates a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, it is put off with his persistence, persuasion and power. Just when Layla tries to get away, she finds out this boy has a secret. A shared secret he has kept with her brother. What will happen when Layla is faced with this devious menace?