Two people. Two lives. Poles apart. Fate just rewrote their equations-and reimagined their executions. He kills without hesitation. She calculates without error. One bleeds whiskey and vengeance; the other bleeds equations and guilt. When their paths cross under the shadows of power, secrets, and blood, love becomes both the equation and the execution. Because in their world, affection is fatal, and trust is treason. "Quite the coincidence, isn't it?" he says, hands in his pockets, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I don't believe in coincidences," I shoot back. And if I know anything about them, it's that this is definitely not one. "Besides," I ramble, cheeks heating, "the responsibility falls on the driver to make sure their car doesn't commit vehicular manslaughter. So technically, no, this isn't a coincidence. You should've been more careful." "You're right. I should've been careful. I'll take responsibility," he agrees. It throws me off balance-almost as much as his voice does. "Wait... you agree?" He crouches beside the scratched Maybach. "And for the record?" he says without looking up. "You were distracted." "...Excuse me?" He rises slowly, eyes finding mine. "On the stage. You froze." A beat. "You were distracted... by me."

• the fear of love • "It's quite the smell, isn't it?" I nodded at his answer. He squeezed my waist, "Do you know what your perfume does to me, Miss Sánchez?" He asked but I didn't answer. "I asked you a question, answer me. Do you know... what your perfume does to me?" I shook my head no. He let out a dark chuckle from the back of his throat before grabbing my left wrist. I didn't know what he was doing... But my eyes widened as he placed my hand on his crotch. ------------ "Just..." I stopped as he started speaking, "Just one thing before you leave" I turned around, as he leaned on the refrigerator. I found my eyes staring at his body, starting from his jaw, to his neck, to his chest, that was visible due to few of his buttons being open but I quickly darted them up to meet his eyes before I would go any below than that. He was already smirking, "Tell me one thing before you leave, Miss Sánchez" he began. "How loud do you think you'll scream, when I have both of your wrists pinned on the bed as I fuck you?" ------------ A certain ginger haired girl, runaway from home, a place where she learned that love isn't something to be given or taken. A place where parents should feel like home but felt like hell. A place where she started fearing love. What happens when a certain morning she bumps into a dirty blonde haired, blue eyed stranger, who had just gotten out of a relationship? What happens when he gets on her nerves? Does she start chasing feelings for him or runs behind her dream? What happens when they try to avoid each other but stumble back into each other's paths? Strangers to Enemies, but what changes that to Enemies to Lovers? Will he teach her how to love? Will he help her overcome her fear? Started - 3rd June 2021 Ended - 7th September 2021

#1-night assassins series The hunger for revenge makes us go to great lengths. It wins against our morals, makes us cross lines and betray who we love. Damien Erik, the most powerful and feared businessman in the world, the devil of the underworld, has his own success fueled by anger and vengeance. His malicious intentions and hunger for revenge leads him to a beautiful and elegant lady, Zaria Williams. Brave, smart, sweet. She's the dreamer who writes romance and a believer of destiny and love. But little did she know Damien would wreck her dreams apart and turn her life upside down when he became her own Hades. This Persephone would do anything to protect her family, even Marry the most ruthless man she has ever known. She becomes the person who falls in his trap, and falls in love with the last person she was supposed to. But this story doesn't stop here...Destiny has a way of coming to a full circle. History repeats itself. Damien and Zaria's lives are no different. Reincarnations, that we only read about stories... What happens when their pasts meddle with their present life? When marriage is not just a marriage but a tragedy ? Memories come back. Story unfolds. What happened centuries ago is coming to the surface. A king. A queen. A prince. A knight. A backstabber. It is time. Secrets of the past have to come to light. Justice has to be served. People have to be punished. Ending has to be rewritten.

Fame- It is the most amazing thing, a marvel that occurs only to some people in a lifetime according to you. But, I would say that if you're out of fame, you're in luck because this nasty game has more cruelty than what you see and know.Fame has cunning people greedy for money and power. Everyone you'll ever meet, see, spend time with, all have masks behind that beautiful genuine smile. Fame is a marvelous game! Play or Be Played is the only rule here.Legal or Illegal, Fake or Real, whatever , the only thing that matters is you winning.No one cares about your hardships, failures, They only see results... No matter who you're, what you're or where you're from, if you have money or power or beauty, then the fame game is all yours. But, I refuse it, I do not need money or power or any kind of beauty. I have the potential,talent and ability. Can I do it? or more like Will they let me do it? To play the marvelous FAME GAME with unmatched rivals in the industry of film making? Will I play or be played?

Power- It is the most dangerous thing in the world. It's Destruction is my Devotion. I was trained to take it, rule it, and play it in my own way. To control what controls me -through violence, fear, manipulation. But one woman, taught me ways too differently from these. Compassion, Mercy and Kindness. She's an actress, the one who controls the fame in her finger tips. Men bow at her feet, Look at her eyes and tremble. She's the storm. She's the calmness after the storm. She's Life. She's my Love - Rosy Magdalina Linda. She was away from me so long, not now. She's near, beside me yet there's something that obstructs my way . Morality . She's my brother's girlfriend - He says she's his true love. I do not believe it. How can soulmates be separated? If fate doesn't like it, I'll do it in my own way. Even if it breaks my bones, tears my flesh, burns my soul. I'll love her. Only her.

Worlds split. Realms bleed. And through it all flows Prāṇna - the breath of life-the last thread holding existence together. Only the rarest warriors can master it, soul-forging weapons with focus so absolute that a whisper of doubt shatters it. Each strike carves a piece of their life. Here rivers remember. storms listen. stone itself may rise to protect... or crush. A place where heroes are not born but forged in fire, in silence, in sacrifice. When the sky stops mid-breath and the wind chokes on silence... the next chapter is about to be written in blood. Because beyond the light stands Kali, the Devourer of Ages - his hunger so vast, even time gnaws its tail to escape him, and his blood-clan, the Corrupted Lords bound by fragments of his will, his shadow touches every corner of the realms. Face them all... -and the world itself may hold its breath.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

BOOK 2/3 OF MALIGNANT SERIES (MATURE READ!) "We need to go, they're coming for us." He yells over the rain that's slapping repetitively against the cement. "For us?" I begin until he grabs my hand and pulls me down the road. "For you, Amelia. They want you. But they can't have you." "W-why?" I swallow the lump in my throat. "Because what's mine, is mine." Harry and Amelia's developed relationship has been tested to many extents, but what happens when their choices have made them both the most wanted people by other men just as dangerous as Harry? Not to mention some shocking surprises along the way. #1 IN FANFICTION #1 IN DARK #1 IN HARRYSTYLES BOOK (2/3) *COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!