We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

"People who disagree with me don't end up feeling very well, darling." He smirks at the end, noticing my slight shaking. Why does he keep smirking like that? "I- I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just stating what I thought of too." I may think he was wrong, but he's still a guy and I don't have my taser. He looks at me, still staring into my brown eyes. "Well, what you thought was wrong. Don't step in when I'm talking, making yourself look smart in front of everyone, nerd." --------------------------------------------------- Luella Jones is your typical senior girl in highschool, ready to move out whenever she gets the chance to. But as soon as she meets Harry Styles, she questions what her life was once. Fighting off this unfair world together, they learn the true essence of living.

The prequel and next book are out! This story will be going through some MAJOR rewrites and also edits since now I have more information and more story elements to add. Adira Whittimore has an uncontrollable power. She gained this power in a strange accident when she was only an eleven-year-old kid. After she fights with Tony Stark against the Avengers and the events in Sokovia, Adira retires at 16. The only thing that brings her out, is protecting the Spider-kid from Queens from the unbeatable villain, threatening the entire universe. peter parker x oc civil war - infinity war 30-day writing challenge first marvel fan-fiction s- 5/5/18 e- 7/1/18 wow now that i think of it, this is a mix between a peter x oc and an infinity war fic. sorry!

Madison Stark is the daughter of a billionaire. That billionaire being Tony Stark. She is the carbon copy of her father, intelligent, caring, and sarcastic. She loves her family with all she has, but when they are torn apart Madison seems to find love in other places. Captain America: Civil War - Post Spider-Man: Homecoming (Book 1 in the Healing series)

"I got my hopes up" I whisper, softly closing my eyes. "About what?" Harry mumbles keeping his distance from me. "About you actually loving me back." A single tears runs down my cheek. I pick up my broken heart, and leave behind the only man I have ever loved. *Sexual warning.*

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Tal vez por estar acostumbrada a verlo, por conocerlo desde siempre, o por ser prácticamente como hermanos, Ally no lograba aceptar lo que Harry, el hermano de su mejor amiga, le provocaba. Pero, en un momento, lo asume y se permite sentir todo lo que él quiere que ella sienta. Se permite a sí misma pertenecerle a él.

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)