"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wanted it. So when Harry meets Ella Mason the first day of his sophomore year in college, it doesn't take long to know she's the one he had always been waiting for. After all, just months before, he'd said goodbye to his old ways. It was perfect timing. Or was it? ❝You're my safe place, baby. You're my haven.❞ © Amanda V. Montgomery Warning: Contains Mature Content.

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

Ebony & Ivory. Darkness and light. Two ends of the spectrum and somehow Harry Styles finds himself right in the midst of them both. How will he decide? Ebony Saville once considered as being strong willed and independent, though somewhere along the way she has lost a sense of herself. She is stuck in a tired relationship not lacking in routines and resentment, along with an unwavering obligation to stay. Emotionally invested, her attempts at holding on seem more and more futile, and she is faced with the harsh reality of whether she needs to make the life-altering decision to stay and fight for what they had, or to move on. Ivory Oakes is unknowingly unsure of herself, and thrust into a city that takes advantage of girls who are young, naïve and too pretty. She falls adamantly and unapologetically in love with a boy who gives himself to her, but there is only so much of himself that he can give. Will she open her eyes to the truth, or continue to blindly fall further in love? Written in the perspective of two very different girls both unknowingly dating the same boy that the world adores. [Ranked 5th in Fanfics] All Rights Reserved © WordsWithGem 2014

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

Preview of the first book of the Anarchy series, published by Orion Books. Preorder your copies today! This is danger. This is chaos. This is anarchy. All Rights Reserved to Megan DeVos, 2018 ©

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!