I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME.. 'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..' I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS.. --- frag·ile /ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/ adjective 1. easily broken or damaged. "Before there was a dangerous woman, there was a fragile girl." --- ( OC x FINNICK ODAIR ) { PRE-HUNGER GAMES } [ BOOK 1 OF DANGEROUS WOMAN DUOLOGY ] --- { STARTED : JULY 14, 2020 - ENDED : May 12, 2024 } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of The Hunger Games Saga ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. WARNING: (medium) swearing, gore, blood, torture, death and ( mentions of ) PTSD, alcohol use, and drug use.

ATHENA GREY, WAS FOURTEEN WHEN SHE WON HER GAMES.. 'FOURTEEN? IS SHE DANGEROUS?' EXTREMELY..SHE RAN INTO THE CORNUCOPIA AND TOOK OUT TEN TRIBUTES..ON HER OWN.. --- dan·ger·ous adjective 1. full of danger or risk; causing danger; perilous; risky; hazardous; unsafe. "She is extremely dangerous.." --- ( OC x FINNICK ODAIR ) { CATCHING FIRE - MOCKINGJAY PART 2 } [ BOOK 2 OF DANGEROUS WOMAN DUOLOGY ] | UNDER EDITING | --- { STARTED : JUNE 15, 2020 - ENDED : APRIL 12, 2021 } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of The Hunger Games Saga (I wish I did..), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. WARNING: (medium) swearing, gore, blood, torture, death and mentions of PTSD.

𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆. °•▪︎°•.°•▪︎.°• ☆ In the smog breath sky of District 8, Edith Scotch had dreamt of seeing stars ever since she was little. But the most she ever glimpsed was a dull wink of the moon dozing in it's hazy blanket of sulken ash. But it wasn't all bad. It gave her hope. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀ ʀᴜʟᴇʀ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴡɪꜱʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. And when that fateful day finally arose, she was granted so much more. But such fairytale wishes come with prices, and Edith's was destined to be paid in blood. ╔═══ ☆▪︎•°▪︎•°. ════════╗ 《 FINNICK ODAIR X OC 《 Pre Hunger Games ~ Mockingjay. ╚════════ .°•▪︎°•▪︎☆ ═══╝ 🧷 .ₗₑₙₜᵢₗₛₒᵤₚₚ₂₃.

COMPLETED!!! "We got the Confidentiality Agreememt in the mail a week before they moved in, Cora and I both signed of course, we crossed the T's, dotted the I's, the whole deal. It's our second time getting one of those bad boys in the mail since moving here to L.A. The neighborhood, not too shabby, I love it here, but there's never any big stars, last time the agreement was for Ashley Tisdale, though my childhood self would have died to know I would be living next door to THE Sharpay Evans, adult me didn't give two fucks. So I signed it, not really caring, knowing it will be the same as last time, just another star, wanting to live their life as normal as they can, if that's even possible, and I'm being forced into signing this agreement so they can live in a pretend world of nice neighbors and make believe for however long they decide to stay. I was wrong about this one though, upon signing this, I didn't know it would be him, Harry Styles moving in, just next door to me, the girl who hasn't stopped posting about One Direction since she started making YouTube videos." WARNING: there will be language and sexual 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!

"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

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.*