"You were merely the dolls on strings...the...show. Unlike any other show, you didn't rehearse, oh no no no. You see you are puppets, you are controlled by strings. And those strings my dear sweet Adriana Styles, are controlled by management. You only have his last name for a year. He doesn't love you honey. He loves your fame. He loves your money. Harry loves the idea of what you can give, but not you yourself."

"Come on Harry, it's just a kiss, nothing more. You just put your lips on mine and voila! We kissed. Is it that bad?"

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

Preview of the first book of the Anarchy series, published by Orion Books. Preorder your copies today! This is danger. This is chaos. This is anarchy. All Rights Reserved to Megan DeVos, 2018 ©

Αρκετά χρόνια μετά, ο Χάρι δεν είναι πια το αφελές αγόρι που έτρεχε πίσω από τα φουστάνια της Εύα. Στη ενήλικη πια ζωή του, υπάρχει και μία κόρη, όπως και υποχρεώσεις οι οποίες τρέχουν η μία πίσω από την άλλη. Η ζωή τους πια δεν είναι καθόλου ίδια, όμως όσο περισσότερες πτυχές του παρελθόντος βγαίνουν στο φως, τόσο πιο σκοτεινός αρχίζει να γίνεται ξανά ο κόσμος τους. Στο τελευταίο αυτό μέρος της τριλογίας, δε δοκιμάζεται μονάχα η αγάπη τους, αλλά και η οικογένεια, ο σεβασμός, η αλληλοκατανόηση .. το αύριο. Αυτό είναι που κάνουμε. Αυτό είναι που κάνει ο κάθε άνθρωπος. Μένει ζωντανός απλά ο ένας για τον άλλον. All Rights Reserved © annalazou Ιανουάριος 2015 - Ιούλιος 2016 [Βιβλίο 3 από 3]

This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.

Harry and Ariana find themselves going down different paths in life, but a quote unquote messenger of the greater good is sure that these two belong with each other at the end of the day. So, in a thrilling rift of events Harry and Ariana discover that sometimes fate and free will work hand in hand to bring two broken souls amends. Throw in a psychotic adversary and let the puppet show begin, again. "The course of true love never did run smooth." - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream © theharianadimples

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...