"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!

a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))

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Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

Malory White is a young 20 year old girl who just finished college and started her own independent life.Who knew that it would be so hard? She lives in a small apartment and have a little money left from the money she got from her parents. Since she finished college she started to look for a good job.When she finally found one she met her arrogant, prick BOSS.. but you can call him Harry Styles Harry Styles the owner of Styles&empire, A man with a status.Player., Harry Styles can't stop but feeling attached to his new secretary. He would take her even in the corner of a room but does Malory want that..

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden

Carter Noel is a quiet girl that has gone through hell and back. Hoping to escape her past, she leaves to the UK in order to start a new life. Enrolling at Brentwood Boarding School, Carter comes across Harry Styles, a boy that reminds her of what she left behind. Everything she ran away from comes face to face with her but there's something about him that draws her back. Will her past keep her from falling in love or will it protect her from what she's afraid of? DO NOT COPY THIS STORY! *Copyright Violators Will Suffer The Consequences & my vicious wrath grrr* no I'm serious, if people copy this I will NOT post anymore!

"I'm not scared of you." "Babe, you're terrified."

"We are supposed to be on patrol." "Oh we are." He threw something shiny at me, which I manage to catch. "I just don't want to get in trouble because of you. Wear it." And with that, he left to check that there were no students around. Probably you're doubting our hatred at this moment. But I hate that kid, more than I would hate loosing the family prefect pin. I wore the small pin handed over by Cedric, remembering that next time I would be the one handing him something. A rose over his grave. "Who said I don't want to?" I said back at the boy, trying my best to be calm. I wasn't mad, I just didn't really accept the fact that he thinks I'm weak. "Let's bet. If I get selected, you do whatever I say, and if you get selected..." he cut me off. "You do whatever I say." 거친. . . I feel way better about this new start. I didn't change much, but I hope you like it as much as I love writing this.

Cedric Diggory during his 6th year at Hogwarts was well known. But not as well known as you knew Cedric. Or how well you knew the future. As Cedric/Golden Boy's best friend and a seer, you knew a lot. Other than how to keep the secret of you being a seer and not ruining your relationship with your best friend, which most likely could be ruined because of your secret. All while he competed in a competition so dangerous that no one under 17 could enter. If only no one under 17 could have the gift of knowing the future. Then maybe your life would be a little easier. Then again, a lot of the trouble that found you was from you finding it first. -------- This is my first time publishing on Wattpad, so just telling you that in case you hate my story. And if you do, please don't comment it sucks. Please, just find another story to read instead of commenting and spreading hate on my story. BTW the description might be trash but I hope you read on. ---- I do not own any J.K. Rowling's characters. All rights go to her. The plot I have built is off of her plot from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Everything involving the reader was created by me. Do not copy this story. Just don't. Please.