*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

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

"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!

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry lives in a world of black, white, and grey. Colour doesn't mix nor does it belong in the realm of business that solely grasps his mind. There was no way out; but he doesn't want that. The passion he has for his career, made him strive his way to the top, creating an empire of success with pure admiration. Serenity lives in a world of infinite colour. Black, white, and grey don't mix, nor do they belong in the realm of dancing that exists within her heart, soul, and mind. There was no way out; but she doesn't want that. The passion she has for her career, made her strive the way to the top, creating a dance studio that was successful, but is failing quickly over time. The two are identical, leaving only two differences: she loves tea and vibrant colours; and he's a coffee addict and simply monochromatic. Will she help him open his eyes to see what the beguiling world truly holds? One that she firmly believes is more than a commercial offer. .. "Why are you so persistent? No means no." His brows were furrowed in perplexity, as his emerald gems gazing intently into mine. "Why are you so against it? No can mean yes. You just have to see it. You just have to believe in possibilities." I knew he could see the twinkling in my hopeful sapphire eyes. I was determined to convince him.

"I can feel you take control of who I am and all I've ever known." A story in which a healing young woman falls in love with the man who shines as bright as she wishes she could. TW: story contains minor sexual content. *NOT CURRENTLY ACCEPTING TRANSLATIONS*

[COMPLETED] "And as for owning you, princess" He pauses, hissing between his teeth. "When I decide you're mine, I know exactly what to do to ruin you to others." *** Mature and explicit content. Read it at your own risk. *** STARTED: February 2020 FINISHED: March 2021.

"Oh, and Honey Bunny?" I look up at Harry, being able to move only my head from how strongly he tied me up. A shiver runs down my spine the moment our eyes meet, my stomach rummaging around itself - the intensity on his green stare is not something I've ever seen before. He's menacing. He glares down for a moment before he kneels right in front of me, his face now in the same level as mine. Raising his hand, he runs the black paddle whip on my torso, softly teasing it between my breasts and moving down to the base of my belly. I whimper in expectation, a mix of adrenaline, fear and eagerness making my heart beat incredibly fast. His eyes darkens as he gets closer, pressing his lips on the shell of my ear. "Next time you think of fucking playing around like that, be sure you can handle the consequences." *** "It starts in the aurora, and ends at the dusk". This book is a SEQUEL to Aurora. Be sure you read first one before starting this ;) *** MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. *** Started: March, 2021.

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.*

18+ / Very Mature The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?