"I do hope you don't expect me to apologise." [INTERLUDE SERIES - book 2] • • • The world Alouette has traded her life for is made of lies. The secret organisation that constitutes her father's legacy has fallen apart, her friend has been keeping himself locked in his room for days and refuses to talk to her, and the man she risked it all to save has taken her trust and repaid her with the ashes of her past. Worst of all, her sister is missing. Stuck in the Palace, Alouette is reeling. Between the guilt waiting to consume her, the secrets lurking around the corner, and the verses in her father's handwriting hidden in mysterious books, she doesn't know where to turn. As if it wasn't enough, the shadows of Northfair are rising, threatening to take over the little she has left. She needs to take action - but who can she trust? • • • [BOOK TWO - read Interlude first]

Chapters Edited: 9/53 ☆ It's the year 2006 ★ Constance Bane quits her previous job in a band and is immediately taken in by a group of punk-rock strangers who are in a successful band together. What happens when a misfortunate incident that horrifies her and her new bandmates, flips her world upside down into a series of falling in love, death and murder, punk rock, and horror that she didn't think she would ever be experiencing in her life? ---------- Immerse yourself into the life of the young adults trying to live the life of cool rockstars while still trying to navigate their way through the struggles of falling in love, getting involved with the wrong people, and learning from their mistakes while trying to figure themselves out in the process. -- mature content ahead -- -- started: August 2022 --

"You're a excellent artist" he whispers to me in my ear. There's something different about his touch. Something I've never felt before. "What does Liberty Fleurs mean anyways?" he continues to whisper "Liberty means my heart in Hebrew and Fleur is flower in French" I say shyly looking back at him towering over me. "My heart and My fleur" He says Better be careful My fleur... || Liberty Fleurs living in New York City with her best friend travels to London UK to find out the truth about her father who left her at a very young age. With only a photograph and no other knowledge about her father since her mother never told her anything will she ever find out the truth about what happened to him? Along the way she meets a misfit boy named Harry Styles always causing trouble, everyone knows him but not Liberty, yet... STARTED MARCH 9TH 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @abbystyless1d NOT CURRENTLY ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ WITH CAUTION

Brinley has known this way of life since she was 13 years old. Now being 23, it feels like she knows everything but nothing at the same time. Her mother and little sister, Alayna, live in the outskirts of the city, in a home that's been their refuge from the dangers of "Crawlers" that live outside the walls, particularly once night falls. Once a month there's a drop off of supplies, which their mom takes care of. This time she's sick, so now it's Brinley's turn to take charge. But what happens when things don't go according to plan? When she meets a certain curly-haired stranger full of arrogance? Her mom never warned her about this. Why does he make her feel terrified but safe at the same time? Who is he? And what happens when he saves her life, forcing them into a bond that neither of them asked for? It's purely for survival, right? At least that's what they keep telling themselves. - General TW for graphic depictions of scenes including death, blood, violence, and weapons. Will update TW list when necessary, according to chapters **THIS IS NOT A COMPLETED STORY**

A part of me yearns to get alone with him the first chance I get, while another wants to ignore his gaze and hope I never see him again. Just looking at him now is difficult on its own, the unwavering eye contact driving me insane. I can't breathe. His presence is smothering me. // Shalom Antonova is a ballet dancer, a gifted student at Wintergreen Academy, the daughter of strict religious parents, and most of all, a struggling drug abuser. As she begins her last semester of boarding school, Shalom plays a dangerous game with her reliance on substances, toxic relationships, and the introduction of a new classmate, Harry Styles, who has a world of secrets up his sleeve. WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE, VIOLENCE, MENTAL HEALTH. STORY WRITTEN BY @anechkagirl. COVER ART BY @anechkagirl. ALL PHOTOS ARE FROM PINTEREST AND CREDIT GOES TO RESPECTIVE ARTISTS.

*DARK HARRY. PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED* 1987. Summer. Harry. Daisy. Daisy and Harry. Love? Love. Sick. Sick. Sick. Twisted. Tainted. Trick. • • • Her mind is not kind. Her memory fades. And the girl is falling in love with the green eyed man who has loved her before. "An illusion is usually dark by the end." • • • The trick, is to remember. WARNING: Mature content, mature language, mature scenes, dark themes, sensitive topics, mental health, manipulation, triggering situations.

After several scandals, Harry Styles, famed composer, is outcast from Manchester society with just enough money to last him half a year. As if it's fate, Aaliyah Kincaid, a runaway from Scotland, seeks him out and asks him to be her piano instructor. After reluctantly agreeing, he finds that there is much to Miss Kincaid than just an eager learner. (COMPLETED)

𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑐 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒. In which Harry falls for her cherry heels and golden aura, encasing him in a liquified supernova of love. This is a work of fiction. Mature content. 18+ Started: December 2020 Completed: October 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑦𝑒𝑡." 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑. It was a Summer not many were likely to forget. Heartbreak, sunshine, milkshakes, lovers. That Summer had it all. It represented new beginnings and changes. Both virtuous and vicious, heartwarming and heartbreaking. Renewing and rewarding. It was felt in the air, stagnant and electrical. An all-consuming love with the new boy in town, the boy who had secrets that he wrote down in his journal. Two souls, two aspirations. Two souls, one adventure. That Summer had it all. This is a work of fiction. Mature content. 18+ Started: November 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.