The last time he had left it up to the police, murderers walked free. The judicial system was completely messed up - they misstated facts, let suspects slip through their fingers, used community resolutions to deal with criminals, let law-breakers off etc. Someone had to take matters into their own hands, and Harry was more than willing to do so. Unlike her parents, Gwen tried her hardest to steer clear of illegal activity. Even though her parents weren't exactly law-abiding individuals (as a matter of fact, they were far from it) she would stop at nothing to protect them from the brutal and grimly inventive games of The Educator. Even if it meant she might end up in one of the savagery traps.

❝You're the girl, my girl.❞ all rights served

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

authentic ɔːˈθɛntɪk/ adjective adjective: authentic 1. of undisputed origin and not a copy; genuine. When something is real, original. AU Warning: it will involve sexual references.

It's been four years since he asked her to be his forever, but can everything stay the way they once were? [This story is the sequel to Camouflage, a 2014 Watty winner!]

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

[COMPLETED] [SHORT STORY] ❝Why do you carry around that backpack?❞ ❝The same reason you carry around that smile. To hide all the pain.❞ or in which Bonnie and Harry get to know eachother, and soon realize that they have more in common than they think- with the help of his mysterious backpack, of course. ************* Copyright © 2014: All Rights Reserved to @gymnasliam [from June 2014 to May 2015]

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.