unspoken stories in only six words. /// 11.11.15 #2 in Short Story ///

People take one look at your broken pieces and regard it as useless. Like a vase that has crashed to the ground. You're broken, you have no use anymore. They sweep up the pieces and throw it in the trash. I thought he was one of those people. But he was special. A one of a kind type of person. The type that sees potential in the pile of broken pieces. The type that find a place for each piece and restores it. The type that use those broken pieces to create something, something beautiful. A mosaic or kintsugi artwork worth more than anything in a museum. The shape or form might not be like it was, but it can be transformed into something worth much more. That's what he did to me.

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

They thought they could break me... They thought that they could destroy the little part of myself that held the pieces together, but they couldn't. Id never let them have that part of me... It was time to show the truth. Time to let others in on the secret they so desperately wanted to keep. It was time to be free...

Carli wants to move on, but she can't. Everywhere she goes, she see's his beautiful sculpted face. She misses him with every fiber in her soul. Harry hasn't moved on, even though he shows everyone he has. He hates himself for what he did to Carli, he just wants her back. He'll change, do whatever it takes to get her back. But when past situations come up and their relationship is tested, someone might not make it out alive.

Previously 'My Brother's Wife' Highest Rank #84 in ChickLit on 12/18/15 This story starts out... lame? But give it a chance and you may start liking it as you keep reading. • You can't decide who you fall in love with.

in which two complete strangers kiss with the thought they would never see each other again.

Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

Journey Durant's father warned her, "Someday you'll have to lie in the bed you've made." But she didn't believe him... until now. She has just received news that her ex-boyfriend is about to be released from prison, and this reformed bad girl can't shake the feeling that her troubled past is coming home with him. The town of Emerson, Georgia has forgiven and forgotten her involvement in the most publicized tragedy in the town's history, but only because of her three-year absence, her prominent Southern Baptist family, and her marriage to the closest thing her small town has to a superhero. Bullets and emotions fly, leaving Journey to realize that no matter what penance she has done for her past, the mistakes of her youth still carry unpaid penalties. The Wattpad version of The Bed She Made is dedicated to my niece, @neondark.