BOOK 2 OF SPOTLIGHT SERIES When Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles move to Washington for a new beginning after the chaos they went through when living in LA, how much of a change are they setting themselves up to undergo? Will they be able to handle all of it? Are they really as untouchable as they've always said they are? **MATURE CONTENT**

"Why didn't you answer my question yesterday. Why can't we touch you Aurora, I don't get it." My body instantly froze at his words, a harsh breath leaving me. "Don't- don't ask me that." I whispered, almost inaudibly as I moved my eyes down to my hands, watching my fingers twist the rings. I could feel myself getting stuck in my thoughts again, the drugs making it harder than it usually was, being grateful that I took them this morning. I could see him suddenly stand up in my peripheral vision. I sucked in a shaky breath as he made his way over to me. I sunk back into my chair, curling up into a ball as I felt myself beginning to shake. I shielded myself from being hurt, something by body naturally does now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Running away from her past, Aurora Romano struggles to trust the men around her. After years of pain and torment, the song writer moves to London in order to create a new life for herself, away from her family. Moving into her best friends house seemed like a good idea until she met him. Harry Styles was a club owner in the centre of London. Although he may just seem like a closed off and untrustworthy man, he had many dark secrets that had been kept from the very few people he kept around him. Will he let the unknown girl in and expose his true self? Or will he keep her in the dark until it's too late?

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

[COMPLETED] Nothing is louder than the silence between two lovers that aren't lovers anymore. *** Why am I running away from him ? He's the one that left. He's the one that never wanted to contact me ever again. If there's someone who shouldn't be here it's him. But I didn't have the courage to go back there and see his stupid pretty face again. *** story contains mature and explicit content *** STARTED JUNE 2021

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

**mature** "We accept the love we think we deserve." ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower "I would do anything for you, you know that right?" I ask her. "Harry, we can't." She pushes back slightly, as I lean down to place a kiss on her neck. "Hunter." "Does Hunter touch you like I do? Does he make you feel good?" My fingers inch lower down her stomach. Her whimper was the only thing I wanted to hear. "My brother doesn't make you feel the way I do, you know it." Highest rank - #1 in harry ***DISCLAIMER: WRITTEN WHILST 14!!*** © All rights reserved to @FineMelodyxx.

***THIS IS A SHORT STORY*** Harry Styles is a 32-year-old single father who only wants the best for his little girl. He hates that he couldn't be the one who could cook her dinner every night or pick her up from school, but being the head of a popular book publishing agency comes with its downfalls. So when he hires a 23-year-old live-in nanny who completely rocks his world, the last thing he expected to find was everything he didn't even know he was missing.

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing