(001 fic) "My little secret," he whispers. "Try your hardest to stay quiet for me. I don't want your daddy hearing just how much I'm tainting his little angel, got it?" Then his hands and lips are everywhere and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming out loud, lest my father hears and I ruin our little secret." Juliette is the daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner, better known as "Papa." She knows her father loves his other "children" more than his own biological one, which is why she's so excited to move out to her dream college. But then an incident occurs revealing that Juliette is not just the average girl she thought she was. Juliette finds herself right in the middle of her fathers lab, alone with a newfound power, and assigned to train with Peter Ballard, a man she hates, a man who might be hiding something dark underneath those bright blue eyes and sweet smile. Can the two navigate this labyrinth together or will they drown underneath the weight of it all? -Obviously spoilers for season 4 of stranger things- -Chapters= 5000+ words (yeah they're rly long) -Smut/ mature themes... not for the kiddos lol -Word Count= over 200,000 -I will send 001 after you if you steal (plagiarize) anything from my story<3

In order to be taken seriously, Lexi has had to become something she hates; emotionless, ruthless and a little bit brutal. But despite the tough exterior, she has one weakness, a green-eyed man with a smile that makes her stomach flip and ego so big she wants to slap it right out of him.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" I say, I can feel a panic attack coming on. I close my eyes taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out. I don't care how stupid I look. I don't want to have a panic attack in front of him, I've never had a panic attack in front of anyone before. "Well I can tell how anxious you are," he states, pointing to my shaking hands. "And I thought maybe I can help distract from whatever is making you so nervous. Are you like this all the time or is it just me?" he continues. "No, trust me it's not you, I'm like this all the time," I say, my voice now shaking. I feel like I could cry. ~ ~ ~ Leah Davis is a very anxious girl. Anxious to the point where it makes it hard for her to open up to people, in fear of getting hurt. She meets Harry, a confident rock star, at least she thinks he is. He takes her on a wild ride of figuring out how to be open with people. Will she ever be fully open with Harry? {BOOK 1/2} started 7/14/20 ~ ended 10/4/20 BEST RANKINGS: 1 in #harry 1 in #styles 1 in #one 1 in #direction 1 in #anxiety 2 in #onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @cryinginacoolway_132

"I never thought I believed in soulmates, but how could I not when I have proof right in front of me?" - - - Norah is a college student just trying to get by. Harry is one of the biggest pop stars on Earth and his fame is only rising. A course of events leads to a relationship that's only asking for disaster. - - **TW: Story contains mature content like minor scenes of sexual content, minor scenes of violence, and themes involving anxiety and depression **As I said, there is only a minor amount of smut, but this story will take you through a rollercoaster of emotions!

E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*