***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."

A story set in the 70's rock scene that follows two rockstars destined for greatness. What could go wrong?

Samantha Wattson just needed a job. Something, anything that would pay the bills so she wouldn't be forced to return home with her tail between her legs. Hiring on as moody Harry Styles new assistant was hardly what she bargained for. He was rude, short and incredibly hard to work for. His house and his life were a mess. Samantha liked a challenge, but even this was a bit much.

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

In an alternate reality, post-apocolyptic-like London is ruled by a tyrant, Strazier, who kills and destroys all who stand in his way. In this disparing world, Kari, an 18 year old girl seperated from her family and struggling day-to-day to survive, meets the resistance to the emperor: a haphazard group called "The Recovery" which includes five young lads, perhaps bearing the skills, comradeship, and drive to retake their country and save this world. She quickly joins their ranks, discovering her own archery ability under their care and joins them in their endeavors to save the people. Along the way she will form bonds with Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn but little does she know how heavily she will fall for the one who seems to like her presence among them the least; Harry. The seemingly emotionally detatched boy may come around after all and not only save humanity, but himself and her.

In which Rosalia, the schools most hated girl, finds herself discovering new emotions with her History tutor. Cover by: @-PAPAYA

'The most deadly and violent war in human history. Soldiers believed they were running towards their enemy when truly, they were running into the open arms of death. ' British/French combat nurse Lianna Beauchamp is thrown into a difficult situation after the advancement of German forces in France, leaving her and thousands stranded at Dunkirk beach. However, after meeting and treating British troop Harry styles, Lianna finds herself falling for the soldier in the midst of all this conflict and bloodshed.

Sometimes you feel a connection with someone so strong, that it's almost like you're crashing into them. Joselyn Myers knows the feeling well, literally and figuratively. Joselyn was perfectly content with the life she's created for herself. She's one of the top editors for The Hollywood Reporter, what more could she ask for? Even with some rough bumps in the road, she never felt like she needed more in her life, but seemingly when an unlikely stranger crashes his car into hers, she realizes her life was missing him. And who was this person you may ask. "It was Harry fucking Styles" *rated mature for sexual content in chapter 48, otherwise a cute little story. please enjoy* *story complete, epilogues still to come*

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.