The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Carter's dad has got it going on. -Rose

I'm not psycho, I just like psychotic things.

He loved the dimples in her back like she loved the dimples in his cheeks. Or A story about hotel rooms, changing colors and the way months go by. About a girl with blue hair and boy with green eyes. About holding on to some things and letting go of others.

Samantha Anderson's life was finally coming together. She had gotten into her dream school, NYU, received an opportunity to intern at the newest fashion agency, Tomlinson Designs, and had a boyfriend who loved her dearly. Life is good, until Harry Styles, an incredibly rich investor, walks into her life. Harry is filled with crude comments and unkind words. Yet, Samantha can't seem to get him out of her head. #6 in FanFiction Trailer(s) [WATCH THEM IN HD PLEASE]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PloKqRN5Jcg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rlr2CSy5inM&feature=youtu.be https://youtu.be/G-ul1d08f8E

What happens when you email Harry Styles for relationship advice...and he responds? Highest Ranking- #9 in Fanfiction

Harry's hand wraps around her throat, not to hurt her, but just to show her who is in charge. Pushing her against the wall, he holds her still, pressing his body against her naked one. His eyes are ablaze with pure rage as he stares at her. The thoughtof her sitting naked in her room, waiting for her customer to arrive, makes him want to kill. Her body is for him only. It's for him to see, to caress, to fuck. She is his angel after all. "If you want your punishment to be bearable, you will come with me without another protest, Angel." Harry tells her harshly and she shivers a little at tone of his voice. For a moment, she thinks of compiling with his request, aware that whatever he says, he does. But then like a truck, the memories hit hey back. Memories of how he ruined her and her dreams. "Let me the fuck go, Harry." She pants, her nails digging in his hand in an attempt to break free. Harry chuckles bitterly at her words, his face moving closer to hers, their lips touching even so slightly and she inhales sharply, feeling the familiar tingles all over the body. "I don't think you are in charge here, my angel."