"You shouldn't be here," he rasps. His voice is a low, dangerous vibration-carrying an edge of curiosity that makes my pulse skip. I force my gaze to remain steady, refusing to let him see the way my skin burns under his scrutiny. "And yet... here I am." A slow, predatory smirk tugs at his lips as he exhales a breath that smells of smoke and expensive whiskey. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." Ariella lived for the music, but she was surviving on scraps. One high-end gig was supposed to be her way out. Instead, it was her way in-straight into the orbit of the city's most feared unit. Five men who own the shadows and dictate the chaos: the ruthless leader with a soul made of glass, the strategist who sees life as a game of chess, the silent marksman who never misses, the chaotic wild card who thrives on fire, and the calculating genius who knows everyone's price. In their world, trust is a death sentence and loyalty is bought in blood. As Ariella becomes the center of their dangerous games, she'll learn the hardest lesson of the underground: Some hearts only love once-and some mistakes leave scars that never stop bleeding. ONGOING AND MATURE CONTENT 18+

Ashton has known " the boys" since her junior year of high school. Her brothers friends were constantly getting her into trouble, Harry especially. She hated him more than anyone but as much as she wanted to go her own way, his hands pull pulled her back to him time and time again. Things have changed since then. She's older now. She's got her own life and chased her own dreams, but a life has a funny way of dragging us back to what we've known... and we can't escape no matter how hard we pull away. This story is not sunshine and rainbows. It is harsh and dark and will be very at times. It is also funny and sexy and smutty, so read at your own risk. . . . . This fic is for 18+ it contains MATURE AND EXPLICIT content including : spanking, choking, threesomes, drugs, death, oral sex, and many other fun activities so PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THINGS OF THAT NATURE. It will also touch on addiction, loss, grief, and other heavy topics.

"Hey...Sparky," he said. What did he just call me? "Sparky?" I asked him confused. "Yeah, that's my new nickname for you," he smirked. "Don't call me that," I scoffed. "Too late Sparky." ☾ In which the new girl falls for the schools bad boy, but changes him for the better ☽ Highest rankings as of 7/19/18: #2 graysondolanfanfic ♡ #3 dolantwinsfanfic ♡ #8 ethandolanfanfic ♡ #67 graysondolan ♡ >>> sequel to this story is The Bad Boy I Once Knew

"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!

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///

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.

"is Ethan really shy or something? I've tried to talk to him all day and he just ignores me" "actually he's mute" - // my original idea please don't steal the plot :) - highest ranking: #139 in fanfiction #25 in dolantwins #22 in ethandolan #1 in edolan

he wasn't supposed to be found like this...

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

this is story about one girl (my bff) who meets Ethan Dolan second time in her life and she pretends she doesn't know him and they end up exchanging numbers and that's were it all begins this is story based on my dream and I just added some stuff only first 2 parts are from my dream