Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

[SEGUNDA PARTE DE LA VERSIÓN CORREGIDA DE NIÑA MAL, DE HARRY STYLES, (POR LA AUTORA ORIGINAL)] Blake ha logrado lo que se había propuesto: regresar a Las Vegas. Lo que no había planeado era ser acusada por el asesinato de la madre del amor de su vida. A punto de cumplir dieciocho años y destrozada por el odio de todos, se sumerge en los pecados más imprudentes que le ofrece su adorada ciudad. Una noche, tentada por desterrar a Hassan de su corazón, se deja seducir por Shane Harlek, un desconocido que le revela los sombríos secretos que guardan las personas que la rodean y la hunde en el lado oscuro de la riqueza. Ahora, respaldada por el apellido más poderoso del mundo, debe elegir entre dos opciones: recuperar a Hassan o salvarlo de este peligroso mundo al que ella se ha atado para siempre. *************************************************************************** Originalmente un fanfic de Harry Styles, conocido como NIÑA MAL y escrito por mí en el año 2012 bajo el seudónimo de Abii. Playlist oficial en Spotify: DELV

***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."

Una pequeña muestra de lo que será Chat, versión larga. Chat es la historia entre un escritor y su alocada fan.

Nueva edición de "El secreto de las tacones de aguja" Son esclavos de la sociedad, presas de los depredadores que esperan cualquier error para hundirlos, solo se tienen a ellos mismos y a los que fingen a su lado.

La sed era insoportable. Su garganta ardía y su vista estaba nublada debido a las lágrimas, nunca había sentido tanto dolor y miedo en toda su vida. La muchacha vio suplicante al hombre que se encontraba frente a ella. -Adelante, alimentate -Pero ellos... El hombre se arrodilló junto a ella y tomó un mechón de su cabello empapado de sangre. A pesar de la cercanía la joven no pudo notar nada de la cara de su atacante debido a que la traía cubierta. -Si no lo haces, morirás -Ellos están muertos así que deseo morir con ellos Y aunque la joven no podía distinguir el rostro del asesino de su familia, sí notó como los dientes del hombre llenos de sangre brillaron cuando formó una sonrisa cruel en sus labios. -Lástima que no te este preguntando lo que quieres. Asi fue como la leyenda de la Alexandra Horan, la vampiresa mas temible de todos los tiempos comenzó. " Queda estrictamente prohibido adaptar o copiar esta novela" Gracias.