Raine never liked overconfident people, and Harry never liked judgemental ones. But when everything around them isn't what it seems to be, all they need is each other to make it out alive. • • • "Keep your eyes open thunderstorm, because everyone here has their own agenda and you might be interested in some of them." 18/04/20 #1 in harrystyles 6/11/19 #156 in fanfiction

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.*

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That's right." Then Harry's lips were pressed viciously onto mine. But this kiss wasn't about passion. No. It was about power. Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made, I felt helpless and out of control. Which was exactly what he wanted. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 in Future

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

The school knows Ezra as the mysterious badass who always speaks her mind, but the truth is that she is barely holding on. She is forced to work long hours to support herself and her depressed mother and just wants to be reassured and loved by someone. Avery is the smart quiet girl in the back of the class who is way to awkward to talk to anyone other than her best friend, Ally. She hates being called the innocent and sweet girl, she longs to be taken seriously and to one day stop being so afraid to show confidence. What happens when Ezra starts failing Chemistry and is forced to have a tutor who constantly drives her crazy? Will Ezra finally feel like she is being understood and let her guards down? Will Avery be able to build her self-confidence hanging out with Ezra? Will these two fall in love? You can figure it all out if you read this book. Also this is a rough draft, beware. #1 in girllove 6/11/20

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

In order to be taken seriously, Lexi has had to become something she hates; emotionless, ruthless and a little bit brutal. But despite the tough exterior, she has one weakness, a green-eyed man with a smile that makes her stomach flip and ego so big she wants to slap it right out of him.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.