*this story does not belong to me, originally written by bioluminescentwriting on tumblr* In some ways, Piper Stone is your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago, she had a shit job, and her flat was the size of a shoe box. In other ways, Piper Stone is not your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago with a Ph.D in computer science, her shit job was at MI6, her shoebox flat was below the flat of a man who may or may not be the head of London's largest crime syndicate. Oh, and now she's working with one of the most elite agents in the service, a member of a notorious black ops group, who's as lethal as he is attractive. Did she mention she was sleeping with him? Piper Stone is definitely not your average 23 year old. *all parts and extras are reposted* [COMPLETED]

Where a one night stand with a famous singer turns into a bundle of joy and an eighteen year commitment

" You really aren't in any position to be making demands, hot shot" I say pushing the blade harder against his neck. He chuckles deeply before leaning into the blade " and you, little devil, should know by now I'm not scared of you." A shiver runs down my spine. I'm fucked. I lower the knife slowly as my eyes flick down to his lips. Don't do this, Sage. Either walk away or kill him, those are your options. His hand slowly cups my face as he grabs my chin. He tilts it up forcing me to look at his eyes. With that one look everything stops. I am so beyond fucked it's not even funny. How the fuck did I get here. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, little devil, but I believe my eyes are up here," That stupid smirk crosses his lips as he continues " if you keep staring I might get the impression you want something from me." He lowers his mouth to my ear " Say the word and I'm yours Sage."

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

BOOK 1: She was a twenty one year old, trying to live her dream of managing a café. He was a member of the world famous boy band who didn't believe love existed... until he met her.

Lennon Holt is a witty, feisty 20 year old who's trying to live a normal life like everyone else. Except, she's the Princess of Orelia, the last heir to the throne. In results of a sudden attack on her life, Lennon was sent off the grid; to live a separate life where no one can find her. Harry Styles is 21 years old and a trained agent. Top of his class, skilled in combat and always the smartest in the room. His past, a hidden secret and a grudge he holds on the Royal Family, leaves him cold hearted. His soul focus are his missions, willing to do anything to come out on top. Even if it means doing it his way. Harry and Lennon's past leaves them with a hatred like no other towards one another. But what happens when they're forced to work together to find who's after the throne? Lennon is in danger, leaving only Harry--the one skilled enough--to keep her safe. Finding who is behind the death threats and attacks towards Lennon seems like child's play when they're faced with the obstacles and mysteries of their forced partnership. But after some time... Is it really all that forced? ____________________________________ STORY CONTAINS: - graphic violence - bad language - death & mention of - sexual content - alcohol and/or drug use **This story does not represent Harry Styles in real life. His name, look and song references are used for entertainment use only. Harry does not act this way, nor do I see him this way. Enjoy!

"If kissing me shows how much you hate me, then hate me baby, loathe me, detest me." From sibling rivalry, to an enemy to all, Harry Styles is a manipulating and selfish, rich kid and a trained boxer with more enemies than anyone could ever imagine. Constantly getting into trouble and breaking hearts left and right, Harry is incapable of loving anything or anyone, including his own flesh and blood. Hazel on the other hand, is a young dancer and medical student, which goals and a perfectly planned future. But things take a quick turn when Harry begins to feel alone and his money threatened. He makes Hazel is next victim, but what happens when the life of someone is at risk? TRAILER: https://youtu.be/HFXPIqajQpg

Soulmates, sunflowers, hot air balloons, ballet, wildfire and music. ----- EXCERPT: "Why do you always call me sunflower?" She looks as though she's desperate for the answer, staring into my soul with so much sincerity in her words. I smile to myself, knowing exactly why. "Why do you have the sunflower tattoo darling?" I answer with another question which she doesn't seem too pleased about. "No, Harry you can't do that. I asked first." She sulks, smoothing her hands down my shirt and I can't help but chuckle slightly at her frustration. "I know, I know. Just answer the question Evie." I try to reassure her without giving too much away. She huffs with the roll of her eyes but gives in none the less. "Because of my first dance recital. Sunflowers are a happy memory for me." She explains, and I can see her trying to piece the puzzle together in those ocean eyes of hers. I bite my lip, hesitating a moment and thinking of the perfect way to say this. "I call you sunflower Evie because you are all my happiest memories." ----- The story based off of the TikTok POV by @stopmaddiedancing ----- Highest Rankings: 1 in #Onedirection 1 in #One 1 in #Direction 1 in #Niall 1 in #Literature

Alex Parks had always wanted to be a good person with a normal life. Then a rude, temperamental violent boy entered it and threw everything out of her control. Car chases, fights, family betrayal, love, and concealed secrets will all be unraveled, putting Alex in the spotlight she never wanted in the first place. :~:~: Fanfiction - #3 Action - #9 © Copyright 2014 luver_of_niall317

ON HOLD // "What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me. "Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuine laugh flashing his perfect smile handing me a cup filled with a clear liquid. "Angel is more fitting than your full name, it's all I see when I look at you." // *NOT A SLOW BURN*