[COMPLETED] * currently editing asset • noun a useful or valuable thing or person. A sociopath mafia member who is far too good at his job, and a girl who never wanted to be a part of it, but somehow always would be. ©lonelyari 2020

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

[sequel to 'Him'] In which Alex tries to win back the love of her life but seems to get caught up in the moments along the way. Maybe what she thought was love was really lust, and what she thought was lust was really love ?

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

"Please just let me stay here. I have nowhere to go." I beg him standing at his doorstep. "Why would I?" He snaps. I feel so small,so lonely and cold under his intense gaze. "I'll do anything. Please,Harry." I sob. "Just leave." He responds closing his door. I put my hand on the doorknob just in time,making him stop. "Please." I plea looking up at him. He looks at me like I am an abandoned dog he met on the street. "Just for tonight,please. What do you want in return?" He stares at me for a second thinking about my words. After checking his surroundings he leans closer to me. "Your body." He whispers making me froze. My eyes widen at his disrespectful wish. This is so rude and arrogant but I should have known better than coming to him. I knew this would happen. 'C'mon, Amanda it's just one night,you said you would do anything. You have no other option.' I recover,gaining my confidence back. "Okay." [WARNING: sexual content, violence, strong and explicit language.]

There was just something about him. *sexual content if you cannot handle please do not read*

Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza

*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.

I am not defined by my disorders or flaws, but how I have survived and conquered.