©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive." In which a girl called Ana meets a boy called Harry who has a strange fascination with the rain. [cover by: @rowlipsticks] highest rankings: #1 in fiction #1 in harrystyles

"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!

*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

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.*

It was the year of 2794 where all Vampires were considered the rulers of the world and the humans were just known as walking blood bags. The Vampire king, Harry Styles, has his heart set on one girl named Paige Howards. She is to be his servant for as long as he wants her to and if she doesn't do it, her life is in her own hands. But what happens when she disobeys? Will he change his mind because love is taking over? But what if Paige has her eyes on someone else? With Drama, Romance and Blood... what will happen next? Read and find out... Don't steal because I am VERY proud of the second fanfic that I've written on wattpad and it's just amazing and I'll be very sad if you steal it so don't steal it and if you want it on your account to like spread the word on how awesome this fanfic is... please tell me first before you do anything because I've seen it before and I want people to give me credit. And if you do steal, I'll hunt you down and force you to take it down until you do. Thanks Cover Credit goes to @coverbookgirl :) COMPLETED AND FULLY EDITED :)

Quiet, that's how other students would describe Zayn Malik, his past as a popular jock long forgotten. He lost that reputation when his "friends" found out he's gay and outed him at age 15. It was hard for him back then, but now he couldn't be happier about how things have turned out. Harry Styles changed to his school only a few weeks before summer holidays and grew popular very quickly due to his looks and his outgoing personality. Nobody could resist that deep dimple smile, those chocolate coloured curls or beautiful green eyes. Zayn fell for him hard and fast, but unfortunately Harry made friends with the jocks, the ones who outed Zayn, before he even had a chance to talk to Harry. But someone like Harry would never notice Zayn anyway, would he? ────── restarted + random updates. Bare with me please, it's probably gonna be good :) restarted: 9 July, 2019 published: 18 July, 2019 completed:

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

-This book is MATURE- All she wanted was a photograph, a chance meeting with Harry and Louis at their concert. If only she knew a photograph would lead her to hell. A prisoner to the boys and their sick games. Along with Zara can Lauren reach the finals alive? It was her dream to see them and too meet them was just a fantasy but now she's living a nightmare.