The world is ruled by Shifters, those who are able to transform themselves into different creatures. To be a Shifter is to be a part of the royal regime. Shifters above, humans beneath. Harry has been a Shifter all his life. As the leader of his own clan, he is expected to uphold the laws of his own kind. His authority comes with the ability to say and do whatever he pleases. But in a period of peace, Harry meets Amethyst. And with her, she brings war. Not only war with outer enemies, but a war within Harry himself. ••• Strong language, violence, sexual content, and alcohol use. Read at your own discretion. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by cxstles

[18+] A co-written novel. "You will shelter me, my love, and I will shelter you." Harry keeps to himself. He has his job, his apartment, his therapy appointments and all the entertainment he needs third wheeling his best friend Niall and his girlfriend, Carson. When the duo invite Harry on a weekend camping trip, he meets Dallas, Carson's best friend and roommate. Come to find out, there's only one tent for the two of them. They fall into each other's orbit, leaving behind all they know for the chance to have something they've never had before. Harry and Dallas soon learn that they don't need the walls of a tent for shelter, they only need each other. TRIGGER WARNINGS AND DISCLOSURE: This novel is maturely rated and will contain extreme sexual content, strong language, and other mature themes such as abuse and abandonment. MATURE 18+

"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!

Harry is a small time drug dealer who has just been recruited by one of the East Coast's most notorious gangs. Arden is an Ivy League educated veterinarian, but is she smart enough to stay away from Harry? When you're member of the Tritons you follow orders or you die. **COMPLETED** Will be editing/rewriting soon. Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmnmf6z7554

The world as we know does not exist anymore. After dealing with events that nearly destroyed the entire human race, people did everything they could to protect themselves against the harsh environment. Unfortunately, it came with a price. In the world where love is just a myth, can one person make any difference? No translations allowed!

Sequel to The Infected. They thought life would change to better after the annihilation and chaos, since they had destroyed the maximum percentage of the problem. What they didn't know though, is where the heart of the infection begins. And the worst of all, how they have to put an end to it. All rights reserved to GirLegend99 2019 © No translations allowed.

"Darcy do you love me?" He asks while blood trickles down his lips. I hold my breath wanting to answer and say no. "We've been in a shit load of trouble. But I wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else." I said smiling and he smiled a bit to. "That doesn't answer the question Darcy." He said and I nod. "Yes, I do. I do love you harry." And once I said those words it was like a whole bunch of weight was off my shoulders.

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.*

He opened the door and got out of the car. "You make me sound like a monster... I'm leaving so you don't have to be around someone as horrible as me anymore." He slammed the car door shut. I stared at it for a few seconds in shock before he opened it again. "Oh and in case you are interested. I haven't slept with a single person ever since I met you. Because I am in love with you. I don't want to be with anyone but you. And that's the very first time I feel about a person like that. But apparently I'm not good enough for you." He slammed the door shut again and I watched him walk away. I was absolutely and utterly shocked. Had Harry Styles just declared his love for me? And told me that I was the only person he had ever been in love with?