𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀───────────────────── 📍·˚ ༘ ┊͙[𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆] ? ˊˎ ﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀ POV: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘀. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼... ︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿ 🧨 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬] ࿐ྂ ..⃗. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺ˊˎ- ..⃗. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆ˊˎ- (@-𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲) ..⃗. 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳ˊˎ- (@𝗛𝗮𝘇𝘇𝗜𝘀𝗠𝘆𝗕𝗯𝘆) 🥊 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦] ࿐ྂ ..⃗. 𝟭. 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻ˊˎ- ..⃗. 𝟭. 𝗱𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆ˊˎ- ..⃗. 𝟭. 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁ˊˎ-

[LOVE TRIANGLE] (lowercase intended) TW: this book may touch on realistic, raw subjects. (mental health, abuse, trauma, ed, drug use) and things that go on because of them, so i've placed some real life situations in hopes to raise awareness. i show these serious situations and the effects they have on the characters, as well as the healing process that show how things will get better. the characters aren't perfect and all have something they're able to overcome. this book will in no means ever "fantasize" mental illness, abuse, etc. know that you're not alone and that you are so so loved and appreciated. ------- "you can't have us both, y'know." harry said, looking over at timothée as he entered the stage. timothée rested a cigarette in between his lips, shielding the end with his hand as he brought his purple lighter to it, lighting it up before he inhaled. "i never said i wanted either of you." i answered, causing him to turn his head to his side as he slightly shook his head, a smile on his face. he stood leaning against the tall speaker between us so that we were face to face, the freshness of his gum filling the area around me as he let out a sigh. "you see jenny, now i have to put your name in a song." he said so low, the rasp of his voice taking over his tone. "and we were doing so well." he shook his head, slowly getting further away as he stood straight. once his back faced me timothée shot a glare in my direction, blowing out smoke as he touched his ear, looking me up and down before grabbing his guitar. he was wearing one of my earrings. ------- ghost writer jenny sierra explores her new life as the back up singer for the world's famous boyband "two", starring members harry styles and timothée chalamet. both are total opposites and want only one thing: her. watch her as she deals with the rise of fame, new friends and enemies, dark secrets of the industry, and the battle of choosing which member she loves the most. who will it be?

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"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!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*