𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 #2 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒂𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆 {𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑪𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 16𝒕𝒉 2018 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 15𝒕𝒉 2018 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚: 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

{𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 29𝒕𝒉 2017 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 20𝒕𝒉 2017 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚: 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

All rights reserved, 2017 © jkharrystyles Ranked: 663 in fanfiction

"My name is Harry, nice to meet you mamacita," he looked me up and down before grabbing my hand and shaking it. My arm flopped like a flimsy noodle as he shook my hand quickly and firmly. "The name is Maria. Not mami, not mamacita, not 'yo'," I deadpanned, referring to the names he had called me earlier. I cautiously pulled my hand away from his tattooed one as he smirked before saying, "Got it Mami Maria," before taking his black lip ring between his teeth. +++ A book in which a woman meets a beautiful man, who just so happens to annoy her in the least bit and he just so happens to work at Walmart. Except he doesn't actually work at Walmart... Rather he's an undercover bodyguard, working to protect her from the mafia that's after her family. But what you don't know doesn't hurt you, right? Started on: February 26th, 2017 Completed on: August 5th, 2017 Highest Rank: #543 in Humour, #691 in Fanfiction All rights reserved and protected under the copyright laws.

*WARNING: This book contains mature content; read at your own discretion* [Inspired by the song and video for Chocolate by The 1975] His jaw was clenched as he stood opposite to her, "Scarlett, you have to stop this, you're killing yourself!" She took a drag from her cigarette and shrugged, "I'm okay with that." He was angry now and pushed her against the wall, hands splayed on either side of her head, "Why!?" His eyes bore into hers and she began to cry, "Because you only love me like this..." When he didn't answer, she continued, "Your love is the only drug that I crave and I just want you to want me."

It's been an age since i stumbled into him in that hallway. I had forgotten how small this world could be. I had picked myself up off the floor and made myself get better. I thought I was better. I gotta get better.

Against the backdrop of the First World War, a young soldier tries to forget his past and survive each day. Back in England, a young woman who has made a terrible mistake tries to forget that he ever existed. Memories of happy summers long past mock the brutality of the world they now live in and each day; both on the front line and at home is a struggle to survive. But somehow, in the flare of bombs and the ashes of the battlefield... A youthful love simply refuses to die. And the repercussions of a buried, forbidden passion haunts them both. ~~~~ First place winner in 'Sad Story Category' in the Victoria Approved awards

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii