How can you tell when you're in love? I think love is when that persons happiness is your happiness. When you'll do whatever just to make them happy, even if it does not include you. Or maybe when it's looking past all of their flaws, no matter how bad. Or when you forgive them no matter what. Simply because you want them in your life. But if that's true, that would mean I'm in love with you. And I most certainly don't want to be in love with you. It's breaking me, darling. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*

LMFAOOOOOOO THIS BOOK IS A FUCKING JOKE AND I WAS 14 WHEN I WROTE IT💀💀 THE FACT THIS BOOK MADE IT INTERNATIONALLY AND WHAT IM KNOWN FOR IS EMBARRASSING IF YOU WANNA EXPERIENCE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT, IM NOT GONNA STOP YOU 💀😭🤚🏽

There's that saying "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know whatcha gonna get".......especially if it's the Styles Brothers. cover made by me

There is no way that I can escape this now; no way that I can possibly escape her and all that lies behind the darkness in her eyes. I've gone too far. Inexplicably, I have become entranced by everything that she is, especially the red that we share. She is like the moon: haunting, beautiful, and so far out of reach. I have walked her through the gates of hell and, still, she has made no attempt to turn back. She likes to push my buttons, to put me on edge in an attempt to feel the red that resides within her. She is dangerous, but I cannot pull myself away from her gravity. *WARNING: Contains mature content, swearing, violence, death, and possible trigger warnings.

❝When I was a young girl, I imagined I could be anything I wanted to. I could be a princess, with beauty and grace, who would hold out hope of finding her Prince Charming. I could be a warrior, slaying the dragons and proving my bravery and honor. Even in the smallest sense, I could be happy. Yes, in a child's mind, I could've been anything. But all those years ago, I never could have fathomed that I would be a victim.❞ in which innocence is lost and love is found. © louminosity 2015 COMPLETED: August 31, 2015. cover by: @scxlpture

Gabby is the daughter of the most powerful drug lord of the south. To say her childhood was different would be an understatement. Despite her father's love and money, all she ever wanted was out. So now she is attending college in West Virgina and is far away from her father and all his dark activities. That is until he gets attacked and they threaten her life. With no idea what they want yet, her father demands her to come home. Not wanting to go back to that life, Gabby refuses. So her father, seeing no other choice, gives her two bodyguards. Louis and Harry are sons of some of her father's connections. Louis is fresh out of the police academy in Austin and Harry was an active and successful underground cage fighter. Posing as college students, Gabby's father has arranged for them to follow her everywhere. They even managed to get the room right beside her. With the impending threat over her head, they couldn't be too careful. Gabby thinks it is ridiculous. Louis isn't so bad. He is talkative and funny. He is even socially acceptable at parties, which helps him blend in and not draw attention to the fact that he doesn't belong. Harry on the other hand is insufferable. He rarely talks, just stares intensely. When he does speak, it is usually in riddles or to criticize Gabby's life style choices. Gabby can't stand him. So why does she end up drawn to him?

they were so in love with each other until that one day when he just snapped -this story contains mature content-

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j