Veridian: a paradise sculpted from lies, a gilded cage where flawless illusion conceals a rot that seeps into the very air. Elara Vance feels the tremors, the subtle fractures that threaten to shatter their meticulously crafted reality. An anomaly, a stain on their perfect existence, she finds herself ensnared in a dangerous, intoxicating dance with Nyxian, a being of terrifying power, who seems to command the very essence of their world. His touch is a jolt, a raw current that ignites a forbidden inferno within her. His gaze, a burning brand, sears into her soul, awakening a slow, creeping awareness that claws at her sanity. Their connection is a volatile storm, a tempest of desire and repulsion that threatens to obliterate everything in its path. Each encounter is a razor's edge, a spark that could ignite into a conflagration that consumes them both. He is the linchpin of Veridian's fragile existence, yet Elara is more than just a glitch in the system. She is a dark enigma, a force that could either shatter the illusion and unleash a terrifying truth, or become the very catalyst for its catastrophic collapse. The gilded cage is cracking, and the secrets within are hungry to be unleashed. I do not allow MY work to be used or adapted in any way without MY permission. PLS REFRAIN FROM COPYING THIS STORY OR STEALING MY WORK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

•Idk why tf I never complete books I start writing and straightaway jump on writing my other new books, soz lol• •I will complete this I promise• "Its crazy how one person can make you feel a thousand different ways." True to its words, not everything is as it seems and nor is anyone as you think they are... ●A Fanfiction that includes all the boys aka HARRY, NIALL, LIAM, LOUIS AND ZAYN. Read at your own risk● New book :) All rights reserved ®

"Run, Rosalie, run," his deep voice sung, almost like a sick nursery rhyme. His words swirled around me, each syllable like a needle stabbing into my skin. I knew he was trying to torment me, but all I wanted to do was get away from him. I kept running, the muscles in my legs burning furiously, but I dared stop in case I was caught. "Everything you're running from is still in your head." I scrunched my face up, trying my hardest to ignore his words as I sped away from him. But I knew he was right. Even if I out ran him, his presence was still in my mind, slowly turning me insane. I heard his bellowing laugh behind me as cold hands gripped my waist from behind, sharp fingernails piercing into my skin. "Running from your problems is a race you'll never win," he whispered, his hot breath burning my ear. "I'll always beat you." And he was right.

Really, you're just reading it at your own risk. The storyline is good but my writing is kinda cringey in half the chapters. The character cries almost after some shit people put her thru (not always tho but you know what I mean?)😂😂 I mean yes I'm still giving it major edits but it was written when I was 16, soz :P #69 in Thrill May 13, 2018 "They were strangers again, Only this time with some memories." Rank #125 in Fanfic as of 22.10.16 *So this is my Third book! YAY!! Vote and Comment* :) 4th April, Monday. 2016 #Wattys2016

Malory White is a young 20 year old girl who just finished college and started her own independent life.Who knew that it would be so hard? She lives in a small apartment and have a little money left from the money she got from her parents. Since she finished college she started to look for a good job.When she finally found one she met her arrogant, prick BOSS.. but you can call him Harry Styles Harry Styles the owner of Styles&empire, A man with a status.Player., Harry Styles can't stop but feeling attached to his new secretary. He would take her even in the corner of a room but does Malory want that..

I hear the same manly, British voice say, "Go away. I'm not interested in buying your Girl Scout cookies." I let out a nervous laugh. "Erm...I'm not selling cookies. I-" "Then what do you want?" the same voice says. Darn! That voice sounds so familiar. I clear my throat. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Diana, the neighbor next door. I-" "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." he says. I growl. "Fine then...have a great day, Mr. Grumpy." I look down, slowly backing up. I forget about the steps, and fall. Everything goes dark. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 17-year-old Diana Nielson has always loved the famous boy band, One Direction. They took her out of depression when her jerk-of-a best friend, Blake Spencers, physically abused of her a few years ago. Problem is, he's been trying to get her to date him, forcefully, to the point where she's considering putting a restriction order on him. **** ✔What happens when the new neighbors that moved in right next door to Diana's house are not some common people? ✔What if they are...Louis Tomlison, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik? ✔Will they protect Diana from her aggressive stalker? ✔Will they be able to help Diana get over her troublesome past? ✔Will Diana fall for any of them? Will any of the five fall in love with her, if not all? ..... (Yes, I will include Zayn...for a while...) I do not own 1D... ッッッ ©DorkaliciousDama13 2016 ©Licensed Directioner® █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌║▌║ Verified Official by 1D

I just wanna get back to us cause we used to have more

[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.