Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

"It was obvious that the phrase was still a little foreign to us; the quiet words still erupting butterflies in my stomach" Disclaimer: credit due to the original writer. This is not my work! I AM UNDERGOING THE VERY TEDIOUS TASK OF EDITING THIS STORY JUST SO THAT I CAN PRINT IT OUT FOR MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT AND THIS IS THE ONLY PLATFORM I HAVE WHERE I CAN DO THIS. NONE OF THIS IS MINE AND I DON'T INTEND ON KEEPING THIS STORY UP ONCE I'VE FINISHED EDITING AND PRINTING THE WHOLE THING OUT, UNLESS SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN ME KEEPING IT UP. THAT, OR YOU CAN MESSAGE ME AND I'LL SEND YOU A LINK FOR WHERE TO READ IT ON EITHER TUMBLR, ONEDIRECTIONFANFICTION.COM OR, I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S ON THERE BUT I'LL CHECK, ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN. IF I COULD MAKE THIS PRIVATE, I WOULD. BUT AS I'M STILL UPLOADING, PUBLISHING AND THEN EDITING EVERY CHAPTER ONE BY ONE, I CAN'T. I'M SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

She was the anchor that kept him steady above the water. He was the anchor that made her sink. A story filled with ups and downs. An unsteady sea, really.

BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be. When the wind blows hard, when the waves are aggressive, the only thing you can do is hold on and hope you'll be strong enough not to let go. Hope that although there's no way to predict how strong the waves will be, you'll always be stronger than them, hope that through everything, you won't drown. Waves, they come and they go, and sometimes, when they hit the shore, they destroy sandcastles.

Elle était assise au comptoir de ce pub dont elle fréquentait quelques fois. Elle ne savait pas exactement pourquoi elle s'était ramassée dans cet endroit dont elle ne pouvait pas aller. La musique résonnait dans ses oreilles ou plutôt une mélodie. C'était une soirée karaoké, mais elle ne portait aucune attention aux personnes qui passaient à tour de rôle. "Que fais une jolie fille comme toi ici, seule?" Elle se tourna vers l'inconnu qui venait de lui parler. "Je ne sais pas en fait, et toi?" Il lui envoya un sourire charment puis s'assit a ses cotés. "Je passais dans le coin. Quel est ton nom?" Elle ne savais si elle devait lui dire, mais une voix dans sa tête lui assura qu'elle pouvait. "Kylie." "Alors Kylie, puis-je t'offrir un verre?" Kylie Smith ne savait pas qu'en acceptant ce simple verre, sa vie allait changer. Elle ne savait pas qu'est-ce était la vrai vie avant cette simple soirée. Elle était innocente avant cette rencontre. Comment la vie d'une simple collégienne aurait pu basculer de cette manière?

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

"Le seul moyen pour moi de me venger de cette injustice c'est de pouvoir virer toutes mes assistantes." - Michael Clifford [TERMINÉE]

« Je n'ai peut-être pas été là où j'avais prévu d'aller, mais je crois être arrivé là où je devais être » - Douglas Adams /!\ Je ne fais que traduire cette histoire, elle ne m'appartient pas, son véritable auteur est @aquarliam /!\

Je m'appelle Lina Parks, ça fait 1 an que j'habite avec cette chose qui a pour nom Zayn Malik. Je dis chose car il n'est pas humain, simplement parce qu'un humain est doté d'un cœur, or lui n'en a pas. http://zaynm-lemon.skyrock.com/