"El baile no te servirá de nada en la vida. Céntrate en tus estudios, es el único modo de llegar lejos" era una de las oraciones más largas que con frecuencia, sus padres le dedicaban. El único lugar dónde Rose podía ser quien realmente era. Dónde pasión y ambición formaban una combinación fatal. Amaba bailar, amaba seducir a los hombres con sus movimientos y amaba el dinero. Aquel lugar parecía poder brindarle todo lo que ella deseaba. Y allí lo conseguía. Ese "trabajo" no incluía amistades ni sentimientos. Pero en una sola noche, todo puede cambiar, incluso los sentimientos de Rose... ... ADVERTENCIA Esta historia puede contener lenguaje fuerte y lenguaje sexual explícito en algunos capítulos. Lee bajo tu propia responsabilidad, si no te gustan este tipo de lecturas s

Melody is a struggling writer working toward a degree. By chance, she is reacquainted with Harry, a boy from middle school whose life has shifted drastically. Instead of the kind, quiet child he once was, Harry has grown into a life of violence, pain, and crime as an underground boxer. In a search for inspiration, Melody invites herself into his life. What results, however, is far more real than the words she puts on paper. *Sequel now posted!* Cover by @adashofniallandetc

Era que el que nunca decía nada. El que siempre estaba callado. El mudo de la clase. El mudo de la generación. El mudo de la adolescencia. El mudo del mundo. Era el chico tímido hasta que llegó alguien que lo sacó de ahí.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

Callie Evans prefiere esconderse en su cabina de DJ que enfrentarse al hecho de que esta enamorada de su mejor amigo, el famoso bombón del campus: Harry Styles. » Historia adaptada.

Los gemelos Styles pueden absorver la vida de Louis. AU donde Louis necesita pasar el año escolar y para eso debe brindar servicio social, es mandado con los Styles y ellos pueden hacerlo enloquecer. Advertencias- xx- ~Larry como Romance. (y Edward) ~Relaciones homosexuales ~Ambientado en el universo Alfa Beta Omega (m-preg) ~Incesto ~LouisBottom! Harry-Edwardtops! ~Harry-Edward Alfas Louis-Omega

[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

***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."