Ellie Wilson was never a fan of One Direction, so when Harry Styles walked into the book store she worked nights at, she didn't think twice. When she realized Harry wasn't exactly looking for a book, she had to wonder if this cute boy with long hair and dimples was just looking to have a bit of fun, or something more serious. Bored with her job, and the way her life was going, Ellie was up for any adventure this cute green-eyed boy wanted to take her on. If you'd like to read this story in Romanian, @Writebyheart is translating it: https://www.wattpad.com/story/151347581 If you'd like to read it in Hebrew, @meitalgerz is translating it: https://my.w.tt/PYcXb7gq5P If you'd like to read it in Italian, @lonelymoodS is translating it: https://www.wattpad.com/875845177 Starts in fall 2015, ends....later : ) (It was written in summer/fall 2017) Contains language and some sexual references.

Harry and Ella are in love, and have been for as long as they can remember. When Harry tells her that he has to leave for a year, Ella doesn't take it so well. She copes by writing in a journal, and decides to retell the story of how Harry and Ella came to be. Where did Harry go? How will Ella survive? Find out in Dear Harry. © 2014, alyloves1direction ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?