"Ah, there he is," he said when he saw me, "Niall, this is my twin sister, Sephie. Sephie, this is my new flatmate, Niall." He introduced us. She stepped forward with her hand out, a smile on her face, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Niall." I took her hand in mine, a small smile coming to my face as I met her eyes. Her gorgeous, otherworldly blue-green eyes. And was that amber, too? How many eye colors did this girl have? "It's nice to meet you, too, Sophie," I said, barely getting the words out as I stumbled over them. She giggled a little, "No, it's Sephie." "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I've ever heard that name before." "Well, my actual name is Persephone. I couldn't pronounce that when I was little. All I could get out was Sephie. It kind of stuck from there." "Persephone. I like it. Very different." "Thank you, and please, call me Sephie or Seph." I nodded. Seph. Sephie. Persephone. I had never heard of anyone with that name. It was different. Unique. And absolute perfection on the girl standing in front of me.

❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰʟʏ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟ ❞ Trapped in a toxic relationship, Annabelle finds it difficult to leave. Adrian is everything she has ever known. Niall is her childhood bestfriend. Destiny always finds a way. PREVIEW: "You need to wake up." His voice was gentler now, almost pleading. "This isn't love, Annie. This isn't..." He took a deep breath. "This isn't healthy." "You don't understand," I said adamantly. "He's different now. He's trying." Niall's expression hardened. "And these?" His fingers hovered towards my neck, where the marks lay. He dropped his hand before he touched them. "This is him trying?" I flinched, taking a step back. "I should go." "To him?" Niall asked, voice cracking. "So he can do worse? So he can continue lying right to your face?" "That's not fair," I snapped, walking up so our faces were inches apart. I felt so much anger towards him right now that I almost couldn't contain it. His words hurt me, and he said them so effortlessly... I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me, it was a constant war within me not to lash out at him. I knew I had to leave before I did, my fuse was running short. "No, what's not fair is watching someone you-" He cut himself off, turning away. When he faced me again, his eyes were hard. "What's not fair is watching someone you care about walk willingly back into a fire and not being able to stop them."

Continuation of The Nine Princesses. Full description will come later.

A little guide to how I see the characters and places in my stories, and some comments on them in general. Maybe best seen/read after you've finished them, to compare with your own versions. Or before, if you'd like some hints to help you enjoy them more. Spoilers possible.

On a blustery November weekend in 2012, Harry Styles visited the seaside village of Janesport, where he met young Alex Griffin working in her parents' general store. Over a decade later he has returned, to recover from two grueling years of Love on Tour and crushing heartbreak. When he walks back into the store he comes face to face with Alex again. No longer a teenage fan, she now owns the store and is the parent of six year old Bean. As fall turns to winter, Harry and Alex grow closer, but what changes will come with the spring and the end of his stay?

Most people would call my life perfect and I used to agree. I have wonderful and supportive parents and a hot, soon to be pro athlete, boyfriend. I have been described as beautiful, smart, and funny. I would say I had it all. I am currently going to school at Harvard, but l'm doing study abroad at Oxford. Going to Oxford changed a lot of things for me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or fix. No, the real problems started when I decided to take one day off to explore London. I started my day off with coffee and ended it with a few stalkers. That's the exact moment my life came crashing down. It feels like I was walking on cloud nine. One second I was floating and the next I'm crashing. All because of Niall Horan. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. How can one man do so much damage to my life? Everything I have learned in my psychology classes are keeping me afloat, especially my recent study of Stockholm Syndrome. What happens when you spend your whole life in the sky? You can't go any higher, which means you can only go down. *** "Can someone who suffers from Stockholm Syndrome truly fall in love with their captor?" Professor Dunham asks. "No. Stockholm Syndrome is your brain coping with the trauma you are experiencing. You can't love someone just because they decide not to kill you." I answer with no hesitation. "And how do you treat Stockholm Syndrome?" Professor Dunham asks like it is a tricky question. My classmate jokingly says, "lots and lots of therapy." Not satisfied with my classmate's answer I add by saying, "and never judge or give advice. You have to help the victim on their own terms and avoid polarization. They see the captor as the one who kept them alive. They won't see the bad right away." *** All ideas and concepts come from my own mind. Do not use any of my ideas. K? Thanks! And there will be swearing, alcohol and drug use, and sexual themes throughout the story.

Visiting her hometown for Christmas, Nellie is already frustrated by changing family dynamics and returning to a place she'd tried to forget. With separated parents, a sister she barely knows, and nosey neighbours poking into her life, it's hardly the time for rest and relaxation she hoped for. But when she reunites with the one person she vowed to never see again, the season falls into even more disarray as she's forced to confront feelings she'd spent years pushing away. With a new year approaching, and the remnants of a lost love, it is up to Nellie to figure out how willing she is to open her heart to those that love her most.