all elena needed was just a little bit of money to get through the tough times that college can bring. her friend offers to help her out by taking her to her 'job', an agency that matches young women with rich older men. elena is matched with harry styles; a young businessman with a lot to offer.

elena and harry's story continues in the sequel to sugar baby; baby honey.

Golden Book Two Golden. My favorite song written off the album - the first song I wrote about her - Aurelia Moon. My golden girl. She's had me wrapped around my finger since the night we met. Our memories run on repeat in my mind everyday since I last saw her. She's the light of my life, my sun and moon. Only now, her gaze is not filled with light; her eyes are hard and glaring, and I'm at fault. My heart plummets and sinks in my chest but I force a smile on the outside. "Aurelia..." I say with a forced smirk. I love saying her name and I know she always loved hearing it. "Still my muse, even now." My heart quickens with hope when I see the goosebumps rise on her soft skin. Even after all this time. *mature and explicit content*

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

[18+] A co-written novel. "You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you." Harry keeps to himself. He has his job, his apartment, his therapy appointments and all the entertainment he needs third wheeling his best friend Niall and his girlfriend, Carson. When the duo invite Harry on a weekend camping trip, he meets Dallas, Carson's best friend and roommate. Come to find out, there's only one tent for the two of them. They fall into each other's orbit, leaving behind all they know for the chance to have something they've never had before. Harry and Dallas soon learn that they don't need the walls of a tent for shelter, they only need each other. TRIGGER WARNINGS AND DISCLOSURE: This novel is maturely rated and will contain extreme sexual content, strong language, and other mature themes such as abuse and abandonment. MATURE 18+

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] ** Reader's discretion advised (18+) Smut chapters are indicated with an (*) - Excerpt chapter 3 - I had been dreaming about her all week, and now she was for sure not going to leave my brain. I had been fucking my fist every night to get rid of the image of her on her knees in front of me after I saw her biting down on that pencil at the bar on Monday. So flirty and dirty, yet so innocent. While the thought excited me, to be with someone without experience, I'd never act upon it. I was definitely rough in bed, and I had a lot of kinks and didn't know how to be soft. I'd completely ruin her. But then again, maybe she'd let me. Maybe she'd like it. ** Started: October 2021 ** Finished: December 2021

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.