She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

[COMPLETED] A man so mentally unbalanced drowning in a world of judgement and nonacceptance finds himself in front of the only woman that will treat him as an equal. But will his undeniably demeaning track record of the amount of times blood has been stuck under his fingernails cause yet another therapist to give up on him? Or, for once, will he finally be capable of loving someone other than his first murder and himself?

A girl with a dream to become a nun questions her beliefs when she's being followed by Mafia's drug dealers and assassins.

"you were never going to chose me, were you harry? all those lies of leaving your wife, you just led me on." her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. harry looked from his former lover to his wife who's jaw was clenched and lips were pressed together in a thin, tight line. she wasn't happy. "sorry, ma'am. i don't think i remember meeting you. you probably have the wrong guy," he looked at her apologetically, guilt showing clearly in his eyes. erin stood there with a satisfied smile and a devilish glint in her orbs as she watched the poor girl break right in front of her. "your right, harry. you are the wrong guy. i just can't believe it took me this long to realize it." she whispered. updates on weekends. -lowercase intended- | all rights reserved © 2016 | @harrysbabyyy cover done by: @amazani

" no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin " warning: heavy sexual content and other mature themes

"Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist." ~ Guy de Maupassant The Sequel to Coalescence

Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

This is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

Art is whatever we want it to be. It's definition malleable as it passes through person to person. The same can be said about aesthetics. As human beings, we are all different and find beauty in many things and what we define as beautiful differs from person to person, young and old, meek and bold. Art is equal to beauty, it is unique to the individual and special to those who can see the passion behind it. Carter shows her art by leaving indelible ink stains on people's skin, a mark that can never be erased: the mark of her masterpiece. Harry, on the other hand, spreads art wherever he goes with a simple gesture, kind words, and, of course, the ink on his skin. She's looking to make her mark. He's looking to win her heart. ©StylisticMoods2015 Edited and Revised August-September 2016