The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Yup no one likes me. I'm a burden but hey, I'm smart and I've got a future ahead of me. When I'm 18 I plan on leaving my family. Why? Maybe because my mum is so over protective I can barely breathe? Yeah, but it's okay because he teaches me how to be free, he teaches me how to let loose, He's my freedom. Things are turning out better than I expected, or so I thought...

[✓] (Drama Class sequel) ∥ What are the chances of meeting your former lover after two years? Not that small, in fact. But what if you have to share the same workplace as them? Copyright © 2013-2014 by funkystyles

"Love is like drinking beer. Once you get too much of it, you start acting stupid." -Klara Styles. "Love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again." -Leah Styles. Leah loved love. She loved her parents' love. She loved their love story; how the famous Harry Styles had fallen in love with the girl he was arranged to marry. He didn't plan on doing it, but it happened. And it infatuated Leah. She wanted someone to look at her the way her father looked at her mother. Klara, contrary to her sister's belief, thought love was a waste of time. It's not like she had been hurt in the past - she just didn't waste any time in feeling such exponential feelings for some guy. She was more like the girl who would just party and not care. But two boys - both very different - go to the girl you wouldn't think. A softie for Klara, and a notorious drummer for Leah. Love's a funny thing, isn't it?

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)