Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"My name is Harry, nice to meet you mamacita," he looked me up and down before grabbing my hand and shaking it. My arm flopped like a flimsy noodle as he shook my hand quickly and firmly. "The name is Maria. Not mami, not mamacita, not 'yo'," I deadpanned, referring to the names he had called me earlier. I cautiously pulled my hand away from his tattooed one as he smirked before saying, "Got it Mami Maria," before taking his black lip ring between his teeth. +++ A book in which a woman meets a beautiful man, who just so happens to annoy her in the least bit and he just so happens to work at Walmart. Except he doesn't actually work at Walmart... Rather he's an undercover bodyguard, working to protect her from the mafia that's after her family. But what you don't know doesn't hurt you, right? Started on: February 26th, 2017 Completed on: August 5th, 2017 Highest Rank: #543 in Humour, #691 in Fanfiction All rights reserved and protected under the copyright laws.

❝That's not an antenna, that's my dick.❞ A fanfic where an alien-obsessed boy sends a signal to the stars above, and the universe decides to send one back. This book contains mature content. Read at your own risk. All Rights Reserved to chingyonce & macklemcvey, 2017. ©

Tahlia thought she knew what the difference between reality and fantasy was. Every little girl used to want to be a princess. But then she meets Harry, a troubled kid with strange markings on his back and a dark secret, who shows her both the darkness and the light. And she cannot decide if fairytales are truly real, then is Harry her black knight, or her shiny prince? This book is copyrighted and should not under any circumstances be copied or distributed by anyone other than the author. Translations will only be allotted under the permission of the author. If you, as a reader, see any versions other than this one of this book please contact the author and wattpad. If any persons should refuse to follow accordingly to my rule of copyright and distribute this story in any manner they shall be prosecuted and fined by the Patent Act. Thank you for your cooperation. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"Give me my pistola." "Bring back my roses." "What the fuck?" he looked at me in disbelief. "What?" I asked clutching the gun to point it at him, unangled. Screw me, I can't fucking hold a gun properly. "For a fucking roses?" He glared at me. My eyes widened. "You stepped on my roses! Roses are precious, idiot!" "And you stole my pistola! Guns are dangerous, muñeca!" he looked at me with rage in his eyes. I rolled my eyes at him. "Why do you have a gun anyway?" I asked. He cursed something in Spanish. What? "Just fucking give it!" He snapped at me. "Nope." I said popping the 'p'. He cursed "Want to do the hard way or easy way?" He glared at me while saying. I pretend to think deeply. "What about No way?" and that's when he slammed me against the wall. "Ouch! Can you do it in a nicer way?! You may be hot as hell, but your personality is cold as ice berg." I grumbled, pouting. I tried my slap him but he caught my hand put it above my head. What is this? Fanfiction stories? "Be careful who you deal with, muñeca." He whispered in my ear and grabbed the gun on my other hand. "Hey! Hand me a rose!" I yelled at his face. He began to click the safety from the gun and point it between my eyes. I raised my hands in surrender. "Did I just tell you to go away and don't mind my roses because I have a garden of it?" I immediately said, blinking my eyes. My hands still up in surrender. "Don't come near me again." And that's when he pulled away from me. "Don't step on my roses again." I whispered. __________ "Guns don't kill people, baby girl. People kill people." "You can't easily touch a pretty women's body, smooth as rose, without touching her heart of thorns." __________ All Rights Reserved © Guns and Roses (Harry Styles Fanfiction) __________ STARTED: May 17, 2017 FINISHED: --

∙COMPLETED ∙ Book 1 of the K&R series He taught her how to be a successful assassin. She taught him how to love, but not how to stop loving her. [Mature content: read at your own risk] Cover Credits: @styleslight * wrote this one when I was young so it's not my best work despite it being the most popular book. please don't judge lmao. All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2015. ©

∙COMPLETED ∙ Book 2 of the K&R series ☆ DO NOT read this book unless you've read Kill & Run first ☆ ❝ I love no one but her, I have just discovered. But she is far away and I am here alone.❞ Cover Credits: @styleslight All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2016. ©

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

❝we come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly❞ © enlivening. all rights reserved.

"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!"