His eyes are a shade of green I can't quite put a name to. Muddy, overwhelming, pain might come close, and maybe that's why it seems so familiar. Because his arms, clad in the faded homespun my mother once made, feel like home. He's a sad, lovely song I don't know the words too but long with every ounce of my being to sing. ----------------------------- It's 1918 and an entire generation is aching in its very bones. Love and loss are bedfellows. Sometimes in the aftermath of death things grow and in the aftermath of war is life. ----------------------------- Harry Styles/ Emilia Clarke/ Sam Claflin/ Lily James (#1 in WW1)

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

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.

[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the wind, ready to blow out the flame to keep him from finding out everything she was afraid of. Copyright © 2015-2017 saltea_ All Rights Reserved [Cover Made By: Myself]

""How much do you love me?" "I love you so much that I'm willing to give all of myself to you, give my life for you, and spend the rest of my life with you.""

Have you ever met someone that took your breath away? The very sight of them was beautiful, and you just couldn't stand to be a second away from them? They were so far out of your league, but you just couldn't keep away? You wanted to do everything to please them and let them know they mean so much to you? That person to me was Summer Addison. We met by chance, and I fell in love. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I wanted to get to know her. The problem? She wasn't exactly who I thought she was. I'm Harry Styles, and this is my story of how I fell in love with royalty. ** For any translations, check my reading list **

"You can't deny your feelings forever, love," [completed]

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 Every town has a tragedy. Every tragedy has a devil. That's me. Not my story! ©Honeybeemeadows faceclaim; sabrina carpenter

When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "Then what is?" There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us. "Not who but what...what am I?" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014.

schiz·o·phre·ni·a noun 1. a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation. bi·po·lar adjective 1. having or relating to two poles or extremities. 2. (of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only. These are both illnesses I've dealt with my entire adult life, I followed my father's dream of becoming a psychologist since he died before he graduated college. He was so obsessed with it, so passionate about it and all I wanted to do was make him proud. After graduating top of my class my mum and I moved to Seattle Washington where I got a job at an institute for mental health. There was this girl, she wasn't my patient so I knew very little about her aside from the fact that she was strikingly beautiful. She only had female nurses and doctors, they kept her away from any male patients and I could tell some of the male staff members were fearful of her. What could this stunning young woman have done for them to be so fearful? Why doesn't she speak? One day I went back to work and she was no longer a patient. When I had asked they said her mother had checked her out. As much as I tried, she was never far from my mind. Was she alright? Were her parents caring for her properly? I just couldn't get her out of my head, it was her eyes maybe. They were pale blue almost silver, they were the most exquisite set of eyes I'd ever seen but there was something behind them. Something dark and dangerous...... Something haunted.