Lust, one of the seven deadly sins. Seduction, the devil's playground. Temptation, a desire so powerful, a craving. A temptation is worst than pain. Because no matter how much you want it, no matter how much you crave it..you can't have it. "I'll give you everything you want and more.." he whispered, his face mere inches away from the plush of my lips as I blinked slowly. I could smell his cologne, wafting my nostrils. A deathly scent that would render me to submission with a snap of his finger. "Just.." he started, and began to get closer, our lips brushing, "say the words.. just say yes." and everything in me was telling me no..but my body? My body was telling me yes. Screaming to the heavens to let this dark haired boy ravish me and all his slick ways. The temptation was...unbearable. I couldn't say no.

*Updates most Mondays* Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles "I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I just couldn't. I hadn't set foot near a piano in nearly three weeks. The music didn't matter. What was the point of it anyway? Music was a distraction. Music was a curse."

*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.

FEATURED ON THE READING LIST 'ONE DIRECTION' BY @Fanfic BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Book 1 of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) - Rewritten in 2025 Vicky West has spent her life chasing one dream - to dance beneath the lights of the Moulin Rouge, Los Angeles's most exclusive nightclub. It's the stage she's always longed for after seeing it years ago. But behind the glamorous club lies a man who could ruin everything. Harry Styles, the ower of the Moulin Rouge, is as powerful as he is untouchable. Known for his sharp suits, cold and pompous behavior, he has an insatiable appetite for control. When Vicky auditions for a spot on the team, Harry immediately recognizes that she's a valuable asset to his club. The way she dances drives him mad. But is Harry pursuing Vicky for the Moulin Rouge - or for himself? Highest rankings: #1 trilogy #1 one direction #2 Styles #2 HarryStyles WARNING: Mature content. All Rights Reserved by @butterflytattoo

book one; one family. two loves. three deaths. multiple hauntings.

When a poor lady of Demisewood Creak turns eighteen, she is taken to a corrupted place, called the Trisumber. The Trisumber is where they place the ladies into cages, for the wealthy men of the city to marry them. For Elena Williams the cages are her biggest fear, but when she crosses pathes, with the misunderstood son of a wealthy man, she finds herself in a complex situation. ©harryilyxo all rights reserved. cover by @baby_hemmings. trailer by @shopdropnroll3

"Agent 864, I want you to hurt her, not physically, but mentally. Make her as weak as a napkin, exhaust her until she breaks as if she is being thrown against a wall like a glass vase. Suck out every single emotion she has and then bring her here - totally empty. I want you to destroy her." ~*~ There is something hidden inside the walls of Holmes Chapel, something - or someone - powerful without knowing it. Many seek for it, doing things for it the daylight could not even handle and with finally having found out who holds the secret hidden deep under her skin, Agent 864 gets the mission to rip it out of Olivia's body, but uses a very unique way to succeed. {Themes; psychological thriller, romance, mature, & science fiction.} Highest position in ranking: Mysterie / Thriller #1 / Sciencefiction #1

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.