❝ Dear Genevieve, I don't blame you for not believing in love, I didn't until I met you. You have a way of making me feel happy. Being in your proximity makes me feel better than any drug could (Not that I've done drugs). I have to wonder though, what goes on in that pretty little head of yours Genevieve? What goes on in that incessantly working brain of yours? Because I'll tell you what goes on in mine: The way you carry yourself. You walk into a room and you command attention without saying a word. You're so intelligent, and you know it. I adore your confidence, and how you know that you're beautiful. Fuck. You're gorgeous. You're like a girl sent from the heavens above. We were talking about love letters, and you sighed and said, "Imagine someone being so engrossed with you that you receive love letters." Well, not to sound like an utter nincompoop, but I've been writing you love letters since we were ten. So, Genevieve. Say the word and I'm yours. Or don't. I'll still love you either way. Yours, Tristan. ❞ - - 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗗𝘂𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘅 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀: 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗲𝗯. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

DISCONTINUED FOR REWRITING ❝You're still a prick.❞ I say out of breath. He kisses down my neck lightly biting between kisses as I hastily unbutton his shirt. ❝Mhm,❞ He mumbles, his tongue peaks out as he kisses my collarbone. ❝And you're still a bitch.❞ He unzips my dress. ❝I hate you.❞ I bring his mouth back to mine in need. He grinds into me letting out a low groan. ❝Good, likewise,❞ He rips off my dress leaving me in my lace underwear. He licks his lips, his eyes growing dark at the sight. ❝Now stop talking and let me fuck you, yeah?❞ ♚♚♚ Ever since Phoenix's dad was murdered in front of her and her mom kidnapped by the same man- Andrey Petrov- all she's wanted is revenge. Her own personal vendetta. Finally the day comes where she can go on the risky mission to find her mom and kill Andrey But there's a catch. She has to work with a team for the dangerous mission. What's even worse is that her rival -Agent 18- Hayes Kingsely is on the team. What will happen when the two agents start a no strings attached relationship so they can tolerate each other out of the bedroom? Will they be able to keep their feelings strictly lustful? Follow the agents on a mission full of action, drama, lust, love, and more. *mature language and sexual content* (better synopsis inside)

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!