Not everyone can reside in a private sphere, especially Harry Styles.

When Intel is found that Mia Frost had a target put on her back by her father's old enemy, her life is put into the hands of a highly trained assassin. Working for the British Intelligence, Harry is a highly trained killer. Knowing when and how to execute a plan with complete perfection he is the ultimate weapon. Being the best at what he does, can he keep Mia safe from the entire world or will his and everyone else's world around him crumble?

Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

*COMPLETED* "You think I'd murder you?" He laughed humorlessly. "I- what?" I stuttered, looking at him with a lost expression. If he didn't want to kill me, what was all of this then? "What's your name, speedy?" He asked after shaking his head. "Why would I-I tell you my name?" I tried to sound brave, but this whole scenario was just freaking me out. "I'll find out, eh?" He gave me a smirk. What? "For what? You can just kill me now. I don't want to live like this anymore." I breathed out. I really don't. His loud and obnoxious laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. What's so funny? "You're funny. But-" He took a step closer and I immediately stepped backwards. "-the stunt you pulled last week-" My back hit the wall and I gasped as he stood only a few inches away from me now. His finger lifted my chin and I gulped. "-was not." His smirk was replaced by a serious expression. His eyes were so dark and captivating, I couldn't look away. "And you know what they say, speedy?" He continued as his eyes flickered towards my mouth. I shook my head and his smirk was back. "Keep your friends close. But-" He clenched his jaw. "Keep your enemies closer."

#DarmetirSeries BOOK II (Can be read separately) *** "Smartass." I comment. "Uptight bitch." He snaps. "Get a new one, asshole. It's getting old." I sneer back. "How about-" "Stop! The both of you. Jesus, people will never think that you're dating, if you keep that up." I roll my eyes at Heidi. Maybe I shouldn't have accepted the deal. It's a lot harder than expected. Anyways, my name is Gabriella Duncan and this is my life right now. It's not that bad, I know. If there wasn't this specific football player, who, for the public eye, is my boyfriend. And well, as you may noticed, we're not too fond of each other. Ugh, just bear with me for a while...

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wrong number :: h.g one simple mistake of a wrong number can lead to millions of great memories. lowercase intended

Quinn Adams has the definition of a perfect life for some. She lives in the most expensive house, she's rich, she's popular, and she can get any guy she chooses. Her life is described as neat, clean, and elegant. Her next door neighbor, Harry Styles is quite the opposite. His household is messy, loud, and disruptive. His Mom works at the local diner as a waitress and his Dad is a mechanic. He has six siblings and is poor. These two opposites have been neighbors for twelve years and never said two words to each other. That is until the summer before senior year comes around and everything changes for the two. All rights reserved, 2017 © jkharrystyles

When a night out with friends is followed by a spontaneous almost-hookup, Emma finds herself in a bit of a situation as she comes to find out that the random guy at the bar is the best man at her sister's wedding.

A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©