"This is a bad idea," Diana whispered against his lips, her fingers already tangled in his hair. Draco let out a low moan at the sensation of her nails dragging against his scalp. "Terrible idea," he rasped, but neither pulled away. ... Diana Kinsley has always prided herself on being untouchable. Fiercely independent, sharp-tongued, and impossible to control, she's spent years convincing herself that love is a weakness. Especially when it comes to Draco Malfoy. Once childhood best friends, Diana and Draco have spent the last few years tearing each other apart. Their fourth year shattered whatever they used to be, leaving behind nothing but resentment, jealousy, and a rivalry so intense it borders on obsession. Every interaction is a fight waiting to happen: cruel insults, explosive arguments, and tension that feels far too heated to be simple hatred. Then Draco betrays Pansy, detonating what little remained of their friend group, and things only get worse when he publicly exposes Diana's biggest secret: Greyhaven. Overnight, the thing Diana has spent her entire life trying to bury becomes gossip, humiliation, and ammunition for everyone around her. Humiliated and furious, Diana and Pansy decide to get revenge. Draco refuses to go down quietly. What starts as petty retaliation quickly spirals into something messier, darker, and far more dangerous than any of them intended. Because beneath all the hatred is something neither Diana nor Draco knows how to control: an attraction that burns just as violently as their anger. The more they try to destroy each other, the more impossible it becomes to stay away.

"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!

18+ | ONGOING *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021