What would you do if one day somebody kidnapped you? Run! But what if you couldn't. Mus, has been kidnapped by Harry Styles, the known gangster and murderer. She keeps trying to escape him, but he is too good for her. Will she live the rest of her life as his captive?

It's been seven years since Harry left Mus, with a baby to care of. She's managed to pull her life together. But, she isn't happy. After all, her first love broke her heart and left her, after getting her pregnant. Mus never wants to lay eyes on Harry, she hates him. What will happen when two roads cross again? Will Mus want to get back with Harry? Will she want her daughter to know her father is a gangster? The most important question is, does Harry want to get back with Mus?

If you ever met Jezzabelle Lemana you'd think she was a nice, sweet, loving person with the perfect life. But some things are not what they seem. This 17 year old is trying her best to get out of her senior year of high school without having to remember the fact that she's being abused by her stepmother and father at home. She built a wall so high that no one can ever know about her or her past. But what happens when someone breaks it down? Emmet King is the leader of the most wanted gang in the streets of Detroit. He is heartless and forgot about love ever since what happened to him in the past. Everyone fears him with respect when he walks past. What happens when these two collide? And Emmet makes what he wants his?! The only thing I heard when he towers over me is the word 'mine' ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Highest Ranking: #18 Gangleader 11/14/22 Highest Ranking: #28 in Romance 12/25/17

❝Black ink on porcelain skin in the form of Harry Styles❞ Harry Styles is a tattoo artist. Upon entering the shop, Selene is oblivious to the fact that he'll mark more than just her skin with a needle and his jet black ink. A/N: OFFICIAL TRAILER INSIDE DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a projection of Harry Styles' or Selena Gomez's real life persona. His and Her name/physique are the only things used in this book and are not referred with the intentions to, in any way, degrade or chip at the beautiful souls that they are. #1 in FanFiction || 07/19/19 • Completed || 11/12/17 #24 in Alternative Universe || 5/19/18

"Bad Boy, the thing is, I don't have a boss." She licked her full lips and my breath caught in my throat. "I am the boss." He had always held control about the things in his life but when he met her he soon realized that she was one thing he couldn't control. She was like the beginning of a storm, you know it was eventually coming but you didn't know when it would start. She was dangerous, even for him, but he couldn't help himself. He never knew what it was to be afraid but when their paths crossed he suddenly understood the whole concept. But what could a gang member like Harry Styles possibly be afraid of?

*Updates most Mondays* Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles "I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I just couldn't. I hadn't set foot near a piano in nearly three weeks. The music didn't matter. What was the point of it anyway? Music was a distraction. Music was a curse."

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

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Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*