She was the girl - vintage fur coat, gold sunglasses, a drink in one hand and destruction in the other. Inez Monroe doesn't chase fame. She was born into it. French model, tabloid obsession, and the kind of party girl who dances barefoot on yachts and never texts back. She's chaos in red lipstick - and Harry notices her the second she walks into that New York afterparty. She leaves before he can speak to her. But when he sees her again - glitter-smeared, high, laughing with someone who doesn't deserve her - he steps in. He doesn't know it yet, but that night will change everything. Before the solo music. Before the headlines. Before the heartbreak. She becomes his muse. He becomes her escape. What starts as desire spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous to feel. Love - in hotel rooms, in lyrics, in late-night corner shops and quiet journal pages - until the world pulls them apart. Years later, he's the biggest name in music. And she's the one girl he never forgot.

[COMPLETED] "But I think... that there are some things that are better not to understand." I furrowed from his claim, shooting him a muddled look. "How is it better to not understand than to understand?" I asked confusedly, trying to get his perspective on this opinion. "Because I think there are some things that are just better not to know, because..." He mused, his voice slowly faded, lowering his eyebrows as he talked. "The truth is so frightening that... that, what for?" He shrugged, looking now at me carefully in the eyes. "And if you don't know, then... all the options are open."

"I've never wanted more, until I met you." Warning: This book contains violence and sexual content. © 2014 All Rights Reserved

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

Mafia Princess Amora has always been kept in the shadows of her family's business. Her dad being the leader of the Leone. With her six older brothers she never dared to step out of line until she met Harry Styles. Harry Styles Bad Boy Rockstar. The mafia control his band little does he know the girl he has fallen for is their mafia princess.

she inspires, she adores, she walks away. Bored out of his mind, Harry decides to attend New York Fashion Week, hoping to uncover a muse for his next hit single... Recent graduate Quinn is finally finding work in her field, filming for amateur musicians, weddings, and even fashion shows. Unbeknownst to her, her unique personality and compulsion to speak her mind has caught someone else's attention... https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2frcDoni0WxRzAG0qXTyQv?si=xwDyZuEfSEGXZ5fUvZbFlw CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! All Rights Reserved @uptownpapaya Do not translate my stories!

Mendacity: state of being untruthful. "Most people would be freaking out right now," he murmurs, his voice low, almost mocking. I take a slow drag, letting the smoke burn down my throat. "Freaking out isn't my style. I've already danced with devil, and I'm still standing." He leans closer, his inked arms closing in. "So, you think you can handle whatever comes next?" I hold his gaze, flicking the ash from my cigarette. "Maybe. But I have a feeling you're going to make me forget what mercy felt like... you'll be the one to ruin me first." --- Mendacity: a rock band at the height of fame, power, and chaos, on their third world tour. Secrets darker than their lyrics linger in the shadows, following their every move. With their backs to a sold-out stadium and secrets held tighter than the notes they play, Mendacity is anything but just a band. But when two members walk away mid-tour, Endellion and Finley are forced to team up with replacements who bring more chaos than stability. As tensions rise and truths slip through the cracks, Mendacity's empire teeters on the edge of collapse. Fame may have been the dream, but survival is the only way out. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Blue jean baby LA lady Seamstress for the band ... Harry's eyes lingered over my lips for a moment, before meeting my gaze, and his face broke out into a wicked grin. "Oh, my little sunflower, this will be so much more fun that I ever expected." I felt frozen beneath his stare, and the only response I could manage was, "What will?" in a weak voice. His response was immediate. "Playing with you, sunny girl." ... It's the summer of 1978. Harry Styles is looking for a new stylist for his first world tour as a rising rockstar. Lennon is searching for a way to create a name for herself as a celebrity stylist. When the rockstar with a God complex meets the bright eyed stylist with a love for live music, the stars seemed to have aligned. But the two know, more than most, that things are not always as they seem. ... Mature Content warning//This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.

She was his drug he couldn't get enough of. started 3/15/18 end: 8/25/20