"So you don't believe in god, hell and things like that?" I ask as I raise the toothpick to my mouth and take the olives off it with my lips. Harry looks at my lips then a barely visible small smile appears on his face. "No." "Then what do you believe in? What do you think?" I'm really curious now. "We are all sinners sent to earth to be forgiven." He says and his words cut deep. I don't say anything to that, but I stand up with my glass and walk to the railing, looking down at the stage I think about what he said. "And what if we can't be forgiven?" I try to see through the course of his thought. A few moments after my question, still watching the stage,I feel Harry step behind me. "We get a punishment. Which means you did something really bad." He says quietly, then puts his hand on my throat from behind my back. I could smell his whiskey-scented breath and I had goosebumps as I felt the cold rings on my throat. "Cause I am the worst punishment, baby." // Ashley Brown thought her life was in ruins. After years of torment, one night she will be too curious. Hell actually started there but so did heaven. For the first time in her life, the picture comes together. She realizes that everything makes sense and that there is a bigger picture than she thought. The only question is now, is this a good thing? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @lifewithava1d CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ADDICTION / RELATIONSHIP-DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ SEXUAL CONTENT

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Pink roses were her favorite. So he bought her white. ** "God didn't give you that beautiful mouth so you would fucking cry all the time. Be a brat, see what happens." |involves daddy kink| mentions improper use of drugs, alcohol, sex, and consensual relationships| age gap| *editing as ongoing* **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DO NOT COPY**

❝my darling angel, how you've grown❞ the teasings of an infatuated nymphet upon a man, too many years her elder

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

A special epilogue series exploring the life of Hamelia and their four teenage kids; Briar, Atticus, Greyson and Mariah. This is not an origin story! (None of these chapters are in chronological order, nor tell a story. It is just simple fun individual chapters) If this is all confusing you, read the Malignant trilogy first to know know who Hamelia is. Trilogy order is below! HARRY AND AMELIA ORIGIN STORY; BOOK 1- Malignant BOOK 2- Hideaway BOOK 3- Devotion

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

M A L E V O L E N T (adjective) : having or showing a wish to do evil to others. "she was an angel, touched by the devil he was the devil, touched by an angel" When Harry becomes leader of "The Vipers", he doesn't expect his hardest mission to be a fiery brunette sat in a coffee shop. all rights reserved to bbypinkstyles