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]

❝you're just the sperm donor; and that's all you'll ever be.❞ WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED AND IS RUSHED AND, TO BE HONEST, NOT MY BEST WORK. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. © payning ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014

"I'm a fucking disaster." I said breathless. Harry stood between my legs. He leaned down to my ear and pushed back my hair. "Yeah, But you are a beautiful one."

✓ {needs editing. my apologies} "Don't fall in love with me... I'm too damaged for you" This is no kind of fairytale. She was just too troubled to even look like a princess. Her past changed her completely, and since then, she's been living in her own world, trying to ignore everyone's opinion about how she should live her life. The few people left who really cared about her had to get used to her rebel behavior and the way she always seemed to be in danger. But then there's this guy, who forcedly comes into her life, and tries to find out her deepest secrets, those things she didn't even dare to admit to herself. When she's already taken, and with a whole reason to be who she is, will she be able to forget about everything to give into his love? And will he handle the damaged girl he fell in love with?

Madeline has her life back on track now...or at least she thinks she does. Little does she know of all the twists and turns coming to her in the near future. •"It's ok baby doll...you're safe now." The voice said making me scream out bloody murder as the call was cut and I was once muffled again by his hand.•

"We have decided to make the two of you date" My mother's said pointing to Harry then back to me. My eyes widened at what she had to say. She had a smile on her face, one that I wanted to wipe off her face. I looked to Anne who was agreeing with my mother. I can't even look at Harry. I can't describe how much I dislike him. "You can't choose who I date" I snapped at my mother finally having the courage to stand up to her. Anger flashed across her eyes. "I do have the choice of who you date and I choose Harry. Im not going to let you go and date someone like your father" She replied back at me. "Just because your love life didn't work out, doesn't mean mine won't" She pulled me by the wrist and into the kitchen. "You will date him, got it?" She said fiercely. "Whatever" I snapped walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Who the hell does she think she is? Oh wait, My Mother. And that is how 18 year old Ashley Underwood started having a relationship with the famous Harry Styles.

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

Sequel to Mr CEO Read Mr CEO first or this book will make no sense. You can find a link on my profile. *** After going through a lot, Harry and Violet are on their best moment. Life is looking perfect and nothing can bring them down...or so they thought. After getting married, things start to change when Violet's desire of having a baby, a unexpected present from Harry's father and a mysterious account that is stealing money from Styles INC appear to change their lives. Will Violet and Harry make it out together or will their marriage be torn apart by life? *** Warnings: Will contain mature contents, violence and strong language. All rights reserved @lazycatgirl

❝choose your last words, this is the last time 'cos you and i, we were born to die.❞