When a maid of honor to the Queen is rescued by a handsome and contentious pirate, she has to spend three days aboard his ship before returning to court. But is three days time long enough to truly get to know someone? And is English court as difficult to navigate as the sea? Set in 1500s England Sequel: EMBARK

Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star.

within the meadow where the birds chirped and flowers bloomed, the two souls collided like summer and autumn and the changes of the season brought them closer than ever. it was the meadow where magic happened and life blew by giving no time to realize that they too blew away with the wind of winter leaving a chilling story to pass on throughout the years. WINNER OF: |The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018; Overall Contest Winner [1st place]; Harry Styles A.U. [2nd place]| + lowercase intended. alternate universe. fluff and such. completed & edited.

Natalie was excited to spend the summer at her best friend's lake house. That is until she found out her best friend's cousin, Harry Styles, was planning on joining along with his four other band members otherwise known as One Direction. With some unpleasant past between them, will Harry and Natalie be able to pull it together and get along for the summer or will they continue to tick each other off until one of them cracks?

"Listen... you can hear galaxies breathing." - Dennis Chen. A story of a free, happy spirit shining some light on a realistic, yet somewhat pessimistic boy while he tries to pull her head out of the clouds. © ALL RIGHTS RESEVED to highwaistedhemmings.

The crinkles by the eyes. The dimple by the smile. When you're drawing somebody, you begin to notice every little detail about them. But do you begin to love them little details, or do you prefer the bigger picture? ©2013 CanIHazzaCookie

[COMPLETED] A color so dark that possesses such potential-burgundy. Could a color so dark be deemed worthy of love? If black could be the inevitable twilight and it could be adored with a side of whiskey, then surely burgundy could be worthy of some type of adoration. And, for a time, it was.

"He saw darkness in her beauty and she saw beauty in his darkness."

"One game, one hand. That's all I want." He smiles confidently at me, "You really think you can win against me? In every deck of cards there are 2,598,960 possible hands. You're going to be dealt only one of those Styles. One." "One is all I need. Do we have a bet?" He narrows his eyes in thought. "What exactly would we be playing for?" "If you win, I'll do your fûcking dirty work for you." I spit. "Alright." He nods, "And if you win?" "If I win... I get her." ______________________________________ Reviews.... 'One of the most mesmerising, captivating stories. It races forward, twisting in a new direction every chapter... I can't get enough of it. Simply in love with it.' - @Zaynmxgnet 'The Most Dangerous Game gets all up in my feels and makes me screech...' - @BellaBlack93 'My heart cannot take the pure blessing that this book is, it is so beautifully written' - @toxic_incense '..a story where the words explain exactly what it is. As you go along with the reading, you realise that all the characters have been put into the same game board with different positions.... If you are looking for suspense, tension, thriller, and drama then welcome to The Most Dangerous Game.' - @Anaisbabe1994

"It's funny, really, how in the midst of torturous pain, immense suffering, and looming dread, everything seems to disappear around you. Emotions flea, pain evaporates, and you're left to feel nothing. You don't protest; there's nothing you can do. You just lay there and allow whatever it is to keep doing it, to keep harrowing you. You don't become wracked with sobs; you don't cry out for help; you don't push, shove, or shriek. There's no one to save you. You lay there motionless, almost as if you were in a deep unconscious sleep. Because feeling nothing, is better than feeling something of weary misery and hopelessness. Feeling nothing in the midst of pain was doable; it was tolerable. It's odd, really, that you feel nothing when you are fitfully defeated because it is better than feeling the insufferable pain which insinuates that of a broken soul."