[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels this" he murmurs lowly. The closeness and his breath against my skin making me suck in a sharp breath. I turn around and face him "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about" he says softly looking down at his feet for a moment then back up to my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him. I couldn't take it any longer, but shock him when I pull away. "I can't take that risk" I confess, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I walk away from the person I wanted most.

[COMPLETED] Tomorrow (noun) - a mythical land that can never be visited. ***** Venus is shut off and lives in her own world of self pity and sorrow that she justifies because of her shitty life. She lives day by day, going through the motions. Harry is an optimistic man who hopes to break into the music industry. His passion for life and drive to reach his goals make him seem to lead a near perfect life. ***** Through the trials and tribulations of life, do people break and live stuck in the pain of yesterday? Or do people become numb to it all and just live in today? Or...do people come out on the other end of it all, dreaming of tomorrow? ***** MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT ***** Started - 29 July, 2020 Finished - 12 October, 2020

Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself? * THIS BOOK COVERS AN AFFAIR. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE TROPE.

This is NOT a sequel to Grey Street, only bits and pieces of their story after that day in the café. I'd highly suggest reading Grey Street first. What happens when Harry becomes the missing piece of Elle's New York story.

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...

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.

sequel to Mailboy, second book in the Paperweight series. - - - ❝She never told him that every time she uses green paint, she sees the color of his eyes and she either wants to drown herself in it or set it on fire.❞

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

|✓Completed.| |Mature Content(18+).| ❝ he may own an expensive camera but he's my favourite photograph ❞ Started // 16.03.18 Finished // 5.10.19 @ 123K Trailer // 04.06.20 by @-hopperstyles Book 2 // Poetic Polaroids Achievements : #1 in "harrystylesfanfic" - 18.03.19 #8 in "ceoharry" - 18.03.19 #1 in "harrystyles" - 25.08.20 All rights reserved Copyright © 2018 [[Word Count : 100 000 - 150 000]]