To be completely fair, I saw him first. I just didn't know how hard I was going to have to fight to keep him.

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.*

They call themselves the Terrebit, but I just call them the Monsters. They invaded earth years ago, when I was just two years old. To this day they have killed 3,567,842,932. They are the reincarnation of the devil. They are an infestation of crystal blue eyes. But there is one. One who has emerald greens. He was different. Not just to us, but to them. I wish we had never met; but we did. And there is nothing that could wipe those intriguing green eyes from my memory. 3,567,843,984.

"I never knew I was living in such darkness until you came into my life and lit it up."

"One Year." She told herself. Little did she know that one year would turn into more.

When two celebrities with their darkest secrets meet, what's the worst that could possibly happen? - My eyes landed on his hand in front of me before looking up to meet with a pair of gorgeous emerald green eyes. "You must be the girl who went viral with your first music video. Stella Lancaster, am I right?" A dimple showing on his face as his smile lit up for me. He waited until I finally blinked in realisation that this encounter was actually happening. "Y-yeah. That's me." I nervously smiled back while shaking my hand with his gently. "I'm Harry. Harry Styles." he eyed me while smirking. I nodded at his already awfully familiar name in the first place. His eyes suddenly turned a shade darker and I noticed his aura changed. He squeezed my hand before leaning in, my breath halted as he did so. "Care to explain why you got my face on your shirt, darling?" he whispered ever so seductively into my right ear. Bloody hell. - Warning : Strong language/violence/mature Started : 14th of January 2020 Finished: 31st of March 2021 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystylesfanfiction #2 in adoreyou #2 in 2020 #3 in songs

Everyone in the world is born with the initials of their soulmate, the person they were born to love, tattooed somewhere on their body. The usual number is one, maybe two if that person was extremely lucky. Ophelia Ross, however, was born with 5 tattoos. Or, Ophelia Ross is a Twitch streamer who accidentally ends up with One Direction as her soulmates.

Harry Styles. 23. A cold-blooded killer whose loyalties lie strongly with his father. He will do anything to keep their gang safe, even if that means having to marry the girl he hates the most. Eden Crawford. 19. A strong and innocent face, being the only daughter and woman left in her father's life, means making and sacrificing everything she believes in. Liam Styles and George Crawford are life long friends, being two of the biggest cartel bosses in the world, their enemies are hot on their tails. The Crawfords seek extra protection from the Styles and the only way to obtain it, is if their youngest or only child seeks a hand in marriage with the other of past traditions. Will the plan work? Could two enemies be forced to marry soon fall for one another? Or was that really the plan all along...

[Stay tuned for the new & improved DEVIANT, coming 2025.] It's 2031. The Protector Core - a surveillance & defense program for the wealthy's children - has corrupted society across Europe. For years, populations have been driven into poverty & sickness, reasons unexplained & sealed from the public. Serena has been the poster child of the Protector Core since she was 17 years old - wealthy, educated, heavily guarded, & suspicious of it all. That all changes when Harry enters her life, throwing her into an underground world built from the deception above. A world she never knew existed. The world of a Deviant. /// Strong language, violence, substance use, and sexual themes. Read at your own discretion. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2024 by cxstles

Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©