'I may be living in hell but he is my devil' Faith Walker is a walking devil hidden beneath the daylight, she has gone through hell and back trying to run away from the guilt that lies within her, after her mother's death Faith moves to a small town with her dad for her senior year trying to get away from the gang she was just jumped out of. Faith puts up a facade of stone but when that stone starts to crumble the light shines through and Faith will be pulled from her own personal hell. Sebastian Romano is a devil hidden under nothing but the fear of others, Sebastian hides his pain in punches and kicks of the underground fighting world he lives in trying to stay away from the town he calls home. The devil has no one, living in the pain and misery of others, Sebastian is called the devil because he tears down everything in his path setting ablaze to the world, he stops for no one, that was until someone was able to fight his fire with their own. What happens when two devils come face to face with eachother, Faith and Sebastian are both already walking on a pathway of flames but when their paths collide is when those flames burst into fire tearing down everything in its path including each other. TW: Talk of body dysmorphia, self hate/self harm, panic attacks and eating disorder recovery *Mature scenes and language*

Distractions. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was equally wrapped around hers. *** I loved you both Key word 'loved' You both ruined me Now you'll have to live with the consequences Neither of you will like this ending One of you wont live to see it *** "Harry, we can't." I whispered as his hand began to creep its way up my short dress. I could feel the cold metal of his rings on my inner thighs. "What if they turn around." I shifted my eyes to my two best friends in the front seat of the car. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Then trailing his lips to my ear without losing contact. "You'll just have to keep quiet then baby." His whisper instantly sent chills down my spine. His large hands now tugging at the waistband of my panties. ~~~ MATURE CONTENT ~ VULGAR LANGUAGE/MURDER/DRUGS ABUSE/SEXUAL CONTENT/MENTAL HEALTH ~~~ started - 12/5/20 finished - TBD *HIGHEST RANKS* #1 in wattpad - 1/25/21 #10 in harrystyles - 2/1/21 #15 in harry - 2/15/21

Taking place in the summer of 1978, the story follows 18-year-old aspiring music journalist, nicknamed Goldie, tasked with following up-and-coming UK rock band - The Orphans - while they do their first tour of the U.S. New to life on the road, Goldie befriends Orphan's front man Harry Styles, a handsome narcissist with an addictive personality. "You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact." - John Lennon ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/Oy8ixhAodNQ

'You are going to help me acquire something very valuable,' he spoke close to my ear, his breath fanning down my neck. I looked up at the paintings in front of us, all worth millions of pounds, and then at the spot on the wall where one was missing. The knowledge of what had happened to it was giving me the adrenaline I needed to allow myself to be so close to his presence. 'Why are you trusting me with this?' I asked, turning my head slightly to face him. His green eyes met mine, a small smile turning at the corners of his lips. The room was silent as tourists filtered through the gallery, each one taking their time to focus on the artwork before them. This was a crazy proposition. I'd never been the type to run towards crazy. 'Well, you haven't told anyone yet have you? And I suspect you're seeking a little adventure.' * Atlas Hall has played it safe her whole life. Harry Styles lives for the thrill of it all. When she's recruited by the mysterious stranger, adventure awaits.

⟡ 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! ⟡

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.

[ONGOING] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* This is the sequel to Irresistible! This can NOT be read as a stand alone. "Things are different now and you know it" he spits. I let out a dry laugh as I begin to shake my head side to side. "Are you kidding me? Of course things are different now. With the shit that you pulled I would be surprised if it didn't feel different" Harry rolls his lips into his mouth, wetting them as he shakes his head at me. "It's not just the awkwardness or unfamiliarity. The look in your eyes isn't the same. The light and the love has vanished" he states, making my heart instantly drop into the deep pits of my stomach. "Your love for me is gone. Isn't it? he breathes, a small glimmer of pain and hurt laced behind his words. I feel my whole body tense up as I scrunch my eyes closed briefly. "Don't do that Harry. It hurts" I admit, feeling my chest tighten, sending a sharp pain ricocheting though my chest. "Why? Because I'm right or because I'm wrong?"

[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels this" he murmurs lowly. The closeness and his breath against my skin making me suck in a sharp breath. I turn around and face him "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about" he says softly looking down at his feet for a moment then back up to my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him. I couldn't take it any longer, but shock him when I pull away. "I can't take that risk" I confess, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I walk away from the person I wanted most.

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}

A collection of chapters written from Harry's POV including never before seen chapters that were not included in Cherry.. This story will not be a carbon copy to the original. You will hear and see and read new things. You will fall in love, feel heartbreak, happiness, love, loss. You'll relive it and live it over again for the first time. Enjoy. Xx Emma. (Happy 10 million cherry babies!)