"I'm tired of being second all the time behind Eros, Mom. He has a title, Cupid, and what do I get? I get rubbish, that's what. I just want to know what will get me to the highest ranking of your eye, Mom." Harry, son of Aphrodite, was down on his knees as he begged up towards his stunning mother. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and back, as her eyes lay peeled on one of her many sons. She had indeed favored her son, known to most as Cupid, the most. Harry was just as handsome in features with his dimpled smile and green eyes, but Aphrodite had not been impressed by him as much as Eros. Her red stained lips parted. "You want a quest?" Aphrodite's voice laced with interest. The curly haired brunette nodded, his hands clenching to each other in a desperate manner. Aphrodite thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something to test Harry's true power of love that he was supposed to be born with. "You must bring two humans together, and get them to fall in love. You have three months, my son. Maybe then you will be compared to Eros." (cover by moonxriver)

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"Why do they call it Shadowood?" I ask as we walk deeper into the forest. Old, dried up leaves crunch beneath my feet as I move a branch to the side, and drops of water from the trees above fall on my clothes from the recent rain. "Because they say that where ever you go, even in the clearings, a shadow is always following closely behind." All rights reserved. Cover by @surrealinfinities

It was 2063. Indigo Evans was going to the supermarket. She was walking across the road when she was hit by a 2061 Ford. She should've died. But she didn't. It was 2063. Harry Styles was walking to the supermarket when he saw a woman crossing the street in the line of a 2061 Ford. He shouldn't have saved her. But he did. © purelyhxrry in which two people figure out what freedom is all about.

Francis Delaney , a con artist. Skilled at executing fraudulent schemes and has no trouble locking into emotional triggers to trick one out of their money. She happens to cross paths with a con artist as equally as gifted as her. Harry Styles. A cocky, and arrogant confidence man. Who thinks he has what it takes to be a single-o. What happens when they both take on a big scheme together. Can they put aside their competitive egos and win the money together, Do one of them have other plans to split and take the earning for themselves, or will they steal each others hearts. You know what they say, If you think you're too smart to fall for a con artist. You probably aren't. Copyright © 2014 Thugginfinite of Wattpad. All rights reserved

The crinkles by the eyes. The dimple by the smile. When you're drawing somebody, you begin to notice every little detail about them. But do you begin to love them little details, or do you prefer the bigger picture? ©2013 CanIHazzaCookie

❝i grabbed it first❞ ❝be a gentleman and give me it before i kick your non existent balls❞ ❝do you know who i am?❞ ❝big whoop you are harry styles, let me find a fuck to give❞ | © all rights reserved | @vintedge |

Preview of the first book of the Anarchy series, published by Orion Books. Preorder your copies today! This is danger. This is chaos. This is anarchy. All Rights Reserved to Megan DeVos, 2018 ©

"There's just a lot of sexual tension and mattresses." A boy trying to solve a rubix cube and a girl pretending to be in a church group get a late night job at a mattress store.