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

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

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.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

"You didn't think that maybe it'd be a good fucking idea to tell me I'm Lucifer's daughter?" Morgan sneered at her mother as a large chariot laid in her living room with a man and a gorgeous woman inside. ♦ Morgan Chavez grew up believing she was absolutely nothing special. She was just a girl with okay grades and a competitive complex. Wrong. She was the daughter of Satan and heir to hell. Forget passing math class. She had a kingdom to run and an obsession with her right-hand, Emily. Fuck all. Cover by: @Cat_Walker

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