"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

❝That's not an antenna, that's my dick.❞ A fanfic where an alien-obsessed boy sends a signal to the stars above, and the universe decides to send one back. This book contains mature content. Read at your own risk. All Rights Reserved to chingyonce & macklemcvey, 2017. ©

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

**Officially published as Clique Bait with HarperTeen!** Payment is usually a part of a basic transaction. You give and then you take. But, at Arlington Preparatory, people take at their leisure. They take their entertainment in the form of humiliation. They get what they want at the expense of their pawns. But they never pay. Chloe Whittaker has a hit list. But not exactly the murder kind. After her best friend is ripped from Arlington, punished for her fascination with climbing the hierarchy, she knows she has to end them. One by one. Revenge is sweet, and inflicting it is even sweeter. Only, what if someone she's determined to destroy, starts to win over her heart? Highest rank: #1 in teen fiction cover by @supernovass

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

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

(Book 3 of the Bangerz Series, a Jason McCann fanfiction) *** "Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway? Cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway? Cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche What about the bad boy goes good, yeah? An innocent love I'm misunderstood, yeah Black hourglass, our glass Toast to cliches in a dark past Toast to cliches in a dark past" Jason and Tessa might as well write their own love story at this point - an homage to the whirlwind that has surrounded their relationship from its outset. Now that they've ended the feud between the Bangerz and Wreckers that almost tore them apart, they must face their biggest challenge yet: Tony di Angelo and his destructive path of vengeance. His chase forces them on the run to New York, the Empire City. If they make it there, they can make it anywhere. But they are no fugitives from the clutches of danger - or the ultimate heartbreak that accompanies all love stories as great and tumultuous as theirs.

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)