Three weeks in Europe. Two heartbroken strangers. One whirlwind romance.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Hunter Evelyn is an unstoppable, cold-blooded killer. A professional assassin trained to do one thing, and one thing only: eliminate the target. Her next target is Harry Styles, the leader of a rival crime-invested drug gang who needs to be terminated. But what happens when Hunter's reluctance to kill him begins to grow? Will he find out about her previous heinous intentions? When demons from her past begin to inexplicably return and force her to face trauma she has tried so deeply to bury, it becomes clear to Hunter her Boss has discovered she isn't playing her part. And when Boss assigns a target, they will be eliminated under any circumstances. Even if that means taking down Hunter as well. -------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story contains (from the start and continuously throughout) strong use of profanities, drug use, prostitution, death, graphic sex, mentions of sexual assault and other scenes some readers may find disturbing. Do NOT read if there is a chance this may trigger you. I do not condone any decisions or activities these characters partake in - they are strictly for entertainment purposes only. Neither am I suggesting these characters are in any way similar (excluding visually) to the real boys - this is a work of fiction. Copyright © 2014 by Izzy Alexander All Rights Reserved ® All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored, in any form or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author.

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

Elisebeth Bancroft is a young divorcee with three little girls. When a handsome British gentleman and his family move in next door, she will be challenged to decide whether she can take a very risky chance on finding love again.

Although she wouldn't like to admit it, Isabel Allen can be selfish, argumentative, and more than a little insecure. When she and the moody, tattooed and positively infuriating Harry Styles are forced to work together at a bowling alley three days a week, Isabel thinks she's living in her own personal hell. But time changes more than just the seasons, and one year is a long time to work out not only each other, but yourself, too. A story about messy hair, heavy drinking, marathons, film trivia and being okay. (This story isn't mine, all credit to oxegenstyles!)

Anx·ious: Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried. Joelle Collins has social anxiety, panic attacks and general anxiety. She's very shy and has no one to categorize as a friend. She avoids talking to anyone and everyone because of her disorder, and it doesn't help her one bit that some people in her school pick on Joelle since she is so timid. She feels like no one understands her and her mental disorder and she wants just one other person to be there for her besides her mum. Harry Styles is another teenager that is battling the same mental disorder. Except the difference is that his anxiety is so much more severe due to a traumatizing experience. It was so extreme that it lead to him moving to London. Harry is the boy that always sits in the corner of the room. The boy that no one notices and pays attention to because he is that antisocial and reserved. He feels like all hope is gone and can't get his old life back before it happened. They say that opposites attract but what if someone alike is who they really need? fan fiction #142 ; teen fiction #266 © 2014 fadoraharry_ All rights reserved.

Sarah boards a flight to Malaysia blissfully unaware of two things: 1. Heartthrob Harry Styles is seated up ahead in first class 2. Their plane is about to go down in the Indian Ocean