Jazz, champagne, and parties, oh the glory of the roaring 20s. "I must have been dreaming, but I could've sworn that for a moment in that trance she put me in, I looked at her, and out of all the marvelled faces in the room, those smart blue eyes looked right back at me. I could scarcely breath as our eye contact maintained strong, although she never stopped the sensuous way her pearl-adorned body moved. The music continued to play as to accompany her, it was never the other way around. She owned everything and everyone, just with a curve of her lips. And she knew it." WARNING: Mature content. Short story

Harry loves control and he has no intention of giving it up. Until he meets her. *WARNING* this book will contain elements of BDSM where Harry is the submissive.

❝You drive me fucking wild,❞ he says, pulling at his hair. He moves closer again--this time grabbing me by the waist. I let out a groan as he kisses my neck. ❝Shut the fuck up, baby.❞ #1 ON FANFICTION 04/28/17

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

Two royals, a twisted past, a messy future ahead. -•- Harry Styles as Prince Harry of Chependal Caitlin Stasey as Queen Sienna of Islale -•- Future project. To be continued. -•- ©PattyxStyles. All rights reserved. - gonna update regularly when unattracted to harry styles gets 10K reads :))

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

After the civil war in 2056, America morphed into a society designed to suppress, stifle & control females across the country. In just a few weeks, Amelia Sayle will be claimed by a Man forever, and have his initials branded onto her wrist. But just when this fate seems inevitable, strange events start occurring around her. Something big is brewing in the distance.

Preview of the first book of the Anarchy series, published by Orion Books. Preorder your copies today! This is danger. This is chaos. This is anarchy. All Rights Reserved to Megan DeVos, 2018 ©

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

"Dizem que quem conta um conto acrescenta um ponto. Mesmo as vossas memórias, não são mais do que aquilo que escolheram lembrar de um passado que nunca será recordado exatamente como aconteceu. Mas comigo é diferente: o meu nome é Harry e eu não acrescento pontos. Esta é a história (sem pontos) de como o amor nem sempre tem asas: às vezes ele pode andar numa carrinha de caixa aberta cor-de-rosa com 56 pacotes de bacon em tiras, uma máquina de flippers e um esquilo manco. Esta é a história (sem pontos) de um rapaz sobre o qual recaiu a maldição da memória perfeita - hipermnésia - e de uma rapariga cuja memória não dura mais de dois dias. Esta é a história que ensina que não é o destino que importa, mas a viagem que nos leva até ele. Esta, meus amigos, é a história de como alguém que não se esquece se apaixona por alguém que não se lembra. Esta é a minha história, e pelos melhores e piores motivos, ela é inesquecível."