Harry Styles is a 22 year old-CEO and self-made billionaire. He is known worldwide but his parents wants him to calm down with the business life and develop a love life, tired of his family meddling in his personal love life he decides to take matters into his own hands and hires the best candidate his assistant Selena Gomez to attend his older sister wedding in the Bahamas. How far is Harry willing to go to get his parents off his back out of his personal love life? Selena Gomez is a 21 year old-successful fashion designer working for the well-known Harry Styles. She despises Harry she thinks he's smug, rich, selfish, and most of all complete jerk. She doesn't do boyfriends or dating because she always working. But, her world is flipped upside down when Harry Styles unexpectedly offers her a proposition; she must pretend to be his fiancée. Will she accept the offer or not?

“I loved him for every hour.” All Rights Reserved.

Rupture: [noun] a separation into parties or within a party; a schism. In a world of destruction, riot, and division, she was set to kill all, stopping at none. Then he came along, and he reminded her of what it was like to feel. When everybody else chose the rupture, they chose to unite.

A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wanted it. So when Harry meets Ella Mason the first day of his sophomore year in college, it doesn't take long to know she's the one he had always been waiting for. After all, just months before, he'd said goodbye to his old ways. It was perfect timing. Or was it? ❝You're my safe place, baby. You're my haven.❞ © Amanda V. Montgomery Warning: Contains Mature Content.

"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. - Frederick Douglass" To me he was that storm but do birds really sing after a storm?

(complete) And he was so eager to be her hero that he forgot to be his own, because loving Natalie Beck is the strongest act of self-destruction Harry'd ever known. (Original fanfiction version) © 2015 polaroidlou

England has become a place of a desolate and deadened humanity, due to Vampires overthrowing the originating government, reigning for two hundred years since. The King and his Lords have devised a new strategy of gaining the type of Bloodlust that they desire. These women will be discovered in a more brutal way, taken and sold as they find fit. Lord Harry has fallen into a dark pit of unhappiness and misery since his first and only love, Lola was killed two hundred years ago by Vampires. No one knows of his true memories, or the factor of his hatred towards his own kind. He merely goes along with their plans, remaining a very cold and detached being. He contributes to these new plans of discovering a Bloodlust, and somewhat feels open to finally possessing one of his own. During the auction of the year, 2214, Lord Harry seems to have finally found just the right one whom he had been looking for. But he didn't expect to have to fight for the right to have her. --- Chart Achievements: - Vampire #193

The world is in war again, military bases being the only safe haven for the population in the affected areas. Danger, lies, and secrets lurk between the enemy sides, dividing them even more in the time when unity is needed the most. But perhaps amidst of it all, there is hope for a better future. No translations allowed!

*WARNING: This book contains mature content; read at your own discretion* [Inspired by the song and video for Chocolate by The 1975] His jaw was clenched as he stood opposite to her, "Scarlett, you have to stop this, you're killing yourself!" She took a drag from her cigarette and shrugged, "I'm okay with that." He was angry now and pushed her against the wall, hands splayed on either side of her head, "Why!?" His eyes bore into hers and she began to cry, "Because you only love me like this..." When he didn't answer, she continued, "Your love is the only drug that I crave and I just want you to want me."

He was disturbed, cruel and a chaotic mess. He was like the dark; distant. He always seemed so confident and carefree, you could see it the way he carried himself, but was he really all that? He was a dead man walking, selfishly using people for his own benefit. It had always been like that, when was the time for a change? She was the opposite; a blooming red rose in a field of daisies. She was generous - she kept overwatering plants simply because she didn't know when to stop giving and her laughter wasn't any less than a blessing. She sought the good in people and often ended up with salty cheeks from the many disappointments life offered her. "I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter *** Warning: This story will contain mature content such as sexual content, strong words and violence.