SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

"Wish we could take it all off and just exist" DO NOT PRINT MY WORK! T.W. Mention of death, slight drug abuse, mentions of assault.

A special epilogue series exploring the life of Hamelia and their four teenage kids; Briar, Atticus, Greyson and Mariah. This is not an origin story! (None of these chapters are in chronological order, nor tell a story. It is just simple fun individual chapters) If this is all confusing you, read the Malignant trilogy first to know know who Hamelia is. Trilogy order is below! HARRY AND AMELIA ORIGIN STORY; BOOK 1- Malignant BOOK 2- Hideaway BOOK 3- Devotion

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

The story of Harry and Cherry continues and changes all together. (Do not read if you haven't read ALL of Cherry) Theo is soft spoken. He stays in his corner. He writes melodies but never lyrics. He thinks about colors. And he dreams about her... but he's more like his father than he can see. Violet isn't shy. She's never been one to step down from a challenge. She's the life of the party. Alex is her counterpart in that and despite the constant war between her and her mother their stories are far more similar than Violet cares to see. The two parents have never been so lost and found all at once, and with the help from all their friends... Hopefully they can sort out their new beginning.

"You were given the perfect name to be a stripper, damn shame you weren't given the ability to dance," he smirks, looking me up and down. "How would you know?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "I've been watching you the entire night." "I wasn't trying to dance well; I was just having fun. Trust me, if I wanted to strip, I would strip," I smirk moving the turn away. He lightly chuckles, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. "Oh yeah, baby, go on then, strip." ___________________________________________ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING TURNED INTO A PDF TO BE PRINTED EVEN IF IT'S FOR PERSONAL USE!

"Think you're tough huh?" I can see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and I notice his tongue run over his bottom lip before he continues, making a chill run down my spine. "Telling off the Big Bad Wolf like that... I think you rather enjoyed it" he then decides to completely invade my personal space on purpose even more and brings his index finger to my chin to tilt it up slightly. "You know, I like bold women... and that was quite bold". I manage to lock my jaw, just before it's about to drop. He's actually making a move on me right now. But I know exactly what game he's trying to play. He assumes I'll fall for it like the rest, and when I'm about to lean forward and give into him, he'll pull back and I'll look like a damn fool. Tough luck Styles, you gotta be more creative than that. I decide to flip it and play him instead though, leaning in as close as I can without actually touching his face with mine. My stomach flutters slightly because I can already see the smirk forming on his face when he thinks he's got me and I know he hasn't. But instead of doing what he's counting on being my next move, I whisper, "well that's just too bad... Assholes aren't my type". ••• Contains vulgar language/sexual content/ drug use/descriptive violence READ AT OWN RISK!