On Halloween night, a Wattpad fanfic writer receives a mysterious message in her inbox: WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T READ THIS... She should've listened.

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

in which a teenage girl sneaks a picture of a hot guy and it goes wrong. - all rights reserved. copyright © 2015. jasmine ngo. book idea by : @gayboyharry

❝freedom ain't real, who sold you that lie?❞ A man adopts a creepy obsession with his therapist, and will go to any extent just to have her to himself.

HIGHEST RANK: #2!! "Why are you shivering, fiore?" he whispers huskily, heart shaped thin lips touching my neck. The goosebumps rise along my arms in an army of pure horror. How was he so calm? How could somebody be so, so, so calm, and have a deadly eye of a green eyed snake? It didn't make sense. Nothing would ever make sense. 18+ strongly advised, but I'm not going to stop you. ;)

I think it's unhealthy to have someone cause this much pain and sadness when all you do is love them with everything you have. All rights reserved to Paleharold © Copyright of 2015 Summer

"Does he make you feel good like I do?" "Harry s-stop, we need to stop," "Does he know that you like having your thighs rubbed like this?" The span of his hand found their way under my dress, onto my thighs, moving in circular motions. "I'm engaged Harry," He ignored what I said, his hands still on my thighs, "tell me darling, can he f.uck you like I can?" My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered as his fingers made their way to the band of my panties, "No. He can't, only you can Harry, only you." *will contain sexual content, inappropriate language and may contain kink and BDSM*

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.