Freelance painter Mickayla is introduced to music producer Harry via a mutual friend. Most would assume that the meet-up is a blind date for the singletons, but they'd be wrong. Their encounter is purely business: baby business. Harry dreams of nothing more than becoming a Dad, but he has no time or interest in starting a relationship to get him to that goal. Mickayla is more than happy to help him out, especially after a generous sum of money is offered by Harry as payment for her to be the surrogate of his child. It's an amount that'll change her life, just like what she's going to do for Harry will change his. The two strangers end up bonded by not only Harry's baby in Mickayla's belly, but a love for one another that neither of them expected to experience soon existing in both of their hearts. Mature content | for an 18+ audience only.

With an open mind and an even bigger heart, Billie Nora branches out to the West Coast in hopes of successfully fulfilling her IVF treatment and rout the odds of becoming a mother after being told she couldn't at a young age due to her diagnosis. Little does she know how her life is bound to shift gears and take a complete different route than the one she already had planned when facing an unexpected turn. - This story contains mature and explicit content. Please read "welcome | intro" for further warnings.

Ignoring each other like we didn't even exist was easy. That's the way it's always been. Until one starry, blood moonlit night changes everything we thought we had ever known. When what started as a birthday toast quickly turns into a chance to get the idea of each other out of our system, it's clear that nothing good could come from it... Even if the feeling is nothing but good. Before we know it we find ourselves fastened together like a stitch of thread on a vintage shirt, holding on for the crude interruption to our well thought out lies. There's just one thing about lies though, little by little they show their truth. The rules are simple -don't date your best friends brother. But unfortunately... The stolen stares and the secrets take over everything, making it impossible to think about anyone else. I think there's been a glitch, one I would ruin myself for. A million little times.

~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~ Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are only made worse when his conservative, opinionated and by the book parents decide to come to town for the month. Harry must figure out a way to convince them that his son has a mother figure and he is in a stable relationship. Struggling single mother of twins, Sunday Jones, finds herself unable to say no to his offer... Playing the role of Harry's wife for a month in return for Harry to buy her a small place for her and her little girls. The only problem is, Sunday's contagious optimism annoys Harry and she can't stand his grumpy facade. Lies, loyalties, liberation and love. Will they make it to the end of the game?

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

it was easy accepting the past as it was. harry and ivory - high school sweethearts on track for forever. when ivory goes across the country for college, they have no doubt their future lies within each other. but things take a turn when ivory ceases contact and six years later returns to her hometown with a five year-old son. forever is splintered into a million pieces. and it's near impossible to accept reality as it is. - content warning: talk of sexual assault (SA), rape, anxiety, suicide

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

The world is in war again, military bases being the only safe haven for the population in the affected areas. Danger, lies, and secrets lurk between the enemy sides, dividing them even more in the time when unity is needed the most. But perhaps amidst of it all, there is hope for a better future. No translations allowed!

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.