(complete) we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. © 2014 polaroidlou

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.

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

"You were the moon. All this time. And he was always there for you to make you shine." "Was he the sun?" "No, dear. He was the darkness." ________________________________ October 31st, 1917, tragedy struck Framlingham, Suffolk in England. The Styles family was brutally murdered in their own mansion. After 99 years of being abandoned, the Styles mansion is finally sold. But little does 17 year old Rose and her mother know that the mansion is haunted. 22 year old Harry Styles' ghost roams the halls of the Thorne's new home. All rights reserved to: @sunkissedbliss Cover by: @sunkissedbliss Edited by: @sunkissedbliss >The Boy From 1917<

maybe he can help me touch.

|mature content| Humanity has hit the brink of defeat after an international viral outbreak that has consumed all of mankind. Whilst the dead roam the Earth it's discovered that they're not the only danger that will stop at nothing to kill you. Man vs. Man vs. Dead, there's only enough to see just who will survive without reaching the edge of defeat. Relationships form and tear. Betrayal is an action everyone is capable of, but to what extent will some go to? Constant fear lingers and no matter which turn you take it always follows, but sometimes all it takes is an unexpected twist to occur for that fear to simply... end. - completed

Tahlia thought she knew what the difference between reality and fantasy was. Every little girl used to want to be a princess. But then she meets Harry, a troubled kid with strange markings on his back and a dark secret, who shows her both the darkness and the light. And she cannot decide if fairytales are truly real, then is Harry her black knight, or her shiny prince? This book is copyrighted and should not under any circumstances be copied or distributed by anyone other than the author. Translations will only be allotted under the permission of the author. If you, as a reader, see any versions other than this one of this book please contact the author and wattpad. If any persons should refuse to follow accordingly to my rule of copyright and distribute this story in any manner they shall be prosecuted and fined by the Patent Act. Thank you for your cooperation. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED