** CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT** IMPORTANT: This book is a 'prequel' to Stall 1 & 2. PLEASE READ THOSE FIRST. **** "It all began in 2015. I was at my club... it was a regular night. But it's the night my life would change and I had no idea at the time." I slowly open my eyes, looking at the camera. "I guess I should talk about the first night I met Abby..." **** START DATE TBA.

[COMPLETED] "I see you've become brave" He chuckles, his eyes dark. "I didn't have a choice," I say without a hint of emotion in my voice. His eyes stay still at me when after a certain point I look away for a moment as the situation was getting too intense. Our silent breathing filled the room as he stood there holding me to the door, his fingers digging deep in my skin. Hard but not enough to hurt. "You have to tell me what goes on in your mind when it comes to me. Why do you keep hurting me?" I look him in the eyes, questioning. He leans in making me doubt what he intended to do as I turn my head looking to my left. His forehead softly touches my temple and rests against it. For some reason, it calmed me down. I stand there not moving a bone, too scared perhaps. Slowly, he takes a few strands of hair tucking it behind my ear. I hear him take a deep breath, and slowly exhale through his mouth parting his lips. His warm breath made my skin moist as he slowly he leans further down to my ear and he touches it softly with his lips sending shivers down my body. "Trust me, you don't wanna know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you." //Grace Evans is the childhood friend of Harry Styles, a member of the world-famous band 'Affinity'. But things go haywire as Grace enters the world of Harry, getting hurt and feeling perplexed by the changed vision. But what caused her to get involved in things she never thought she would and get into a world she absolutely despised? What made her do things against her morals? How does becoming a part of 'Affinity' turn her world upside down? More importantly, will they survive the storm together? Or will one of them have to surrender?// ♡HIGHEST RANKINGS♡ #1 IN NH #1 IN LT #8 IN ZAYN #8 IN CRIME FICTION All rights reserved to @Louisgurl1D STORY CONTENTS: •VIOLENCE •MATURE CONTENT •PHYSICAL ABUSE •SEX •VULGAR LANGUAGE •MENTAL HEALTH •SELF HARM •DRUGS

He's rubbing a hand through his hair, rings-covered fingers sneaking through the curls. His face is rosy, red patches dapple his nose and cheeks. The top of his ears are reddish as well, as much as I can see from under his hair. "How long have you been waiting?" I ask with a still thundering heartbeat and raised eyebrows. "For some time past. Wouldn't think that your training would be this long." He explains, releasing a faint shigh. "You know, he loves to say 'We didn't come here to play'. He's pretty dour about training." "Yeah, I could imagine." He hides his hands in his jacket's pockets, in a long fabric one. It draws the attention to the fact that the quadrille clothing is already buried in raindrops. The weather in this town is just truly abominable. I bet he'd rejoice at the warmth, just like me. A smirk passes over my face when I say, "Wanna sneak into the stadium?" ─ Cameron Voronova is a successful sprinter of her age, one with vast winnings behind her back. She gets into one of the most prominent competitions of athletics, the November Championships. Cameron travels with her coach to London for a month, where she'll toe the line with world-famous racers. At the beginning of the championships, she meets a mysterious boy in a club. Days later it turns out that he's a member of a famous band. The news is spreading and the circus begins. What if she isn't able to win the race? What if the media's pressure breaks her? What if she falls? CONTAINS MENTAL HEALTH / VULGAR LANGUAGE / MATURE CONTENT / DRUG ABUSE / ALCOHOLISM READ AT OWN RISK! STARTED: 8TH OCT 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @hardliquorry

***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."

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}

19 year old Olivia Ellison lives a normal life until her child hood best friends ask her to be in their band. Her life changed from there. The fame changed her really. She loves all her friends besides the fact she finds they are hiding something big from her. ⚠️MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES,SUCIDE THOUGHTS, SEXUAL HARASSMENT, ASSULT, DRUG USAGE, AND DEATH WILL BE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY!!!⚠️

She tried to stay away from those cherry trees as much as he tried to stay away from her. "Cherry trees get pretty sad during winter"

"What's the matter Indie? Missed me so much you had to break me out of prison?" "Shut up, Styles, you know that's not why I'm here," I huffed, regretting this before it even started. He stood up and walked to the door of his cell, his long fingers gripping around the metal bars as he leaned against them, a smirk on his lips as always, almost like it was tattooed onto his face. "Oh, I know darling, I just want to hear you say it," he replied arrogantly. I pinched my eyes shut and tried to calm myself down so that I wouldn't try to shank him with the nearest object I could find. "I have a job I need to do," I replied vaguely, but he wasn't having it. "And?" He hummed. My fingernails dug into my palms harshly as I gripped my fists together, the words tasting like battery acid as they left my lips. "And I can't do it without you."

Guy, gals, and non binary pals, welcome to the circus! An undercover cop posing as a dancer. A criminal living as a circus runaway. A forbidden love blossoming. Will Danica succeed in her first big job? Or will she fall trap to the entrancement of the circus? Jump aboard the tracks, come step inside the tent, pull the curtain back and find out... **** "A lot can happen in a minute, Harry." "Oh yeah?" he teases. I nod, "You can fall in love in a minute. You can break a heart. Change a life. A split second can mean the difference between life and death...A minute is an infinite amount of time when it comes to the fragility of us." It really is. The minute I agreed to do this I changed my life. The minute I showed up here I changed their lives. And in the minute that I leave, I'm going to blow it all up behind me... What the fuck am I doing here? What am I doing with him when it's all only temporary? "Okay," he smiles, completely oblivious to the reality I create around him, "I'll give you a minute." In the same breath, I turn to look back out to the view, wishing this train could leave my old life behind the way it does these tracks. I wouldn't have to worry then. It's all gone so quickly you wouldn't even remember they were there. I wonder if I stepped off the top of this train and hoped for the best...would it all work out, or would I get caught in the mess below? *** (I do not accept translations, sorry x)

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* "People only leave this town in a box 6ft tall and 2ft wide." *** It's 1998, Layla has gone on a one woman road trip to find inspiration and ends up in the middle of nowhere in the country. A quiet place called Clovertown. This leads her to The Lucky Lamb motel, and it's asshole of an owner. That's the least of her problems though. There's something not very lucky about this place. *** Story Start Date : TBA