SEQUEL DI UNDERCOVER Il mondo di Primrose Atwood è già stato messo totalmente a soqquadro una volta, quando si è improvvisamente trovata a fare i conti con segreti più grandi di lei, verità rimaste sepolte per decenni e certezze di una vita crollate come un castello di sabbia. Insieme a tutto ciò è però arrivato anche un amore inaspettato e mai realmente vissuto fino in fondo, tenuto in stallo da promesse aleatorie sussurrate in una notte d'estate dopo la quale è stata costretta a ricominciare da zero. Da quando Harry ha lasciato Santa Barbara, Prim ha dovuto imparare a convivere con la sua assenza mentre, intanto, andava avanti con la sua vita, serena del fatto che non ci fossero più associazioni terroristiche a minacciarla e sconosciuti a darle la caccia. Ciò che mai avrebbe immaginato mentre ristabiliva una propria quotidianità, però, è che sarebbe stato proprio chi l'ha sempre protetta a stravolgere tutto ancora una volta. * DISCLAIMER: fatti, cose e persone citate in questo libro sono frutto della mia immaginazione. Ogni riferimento a persone, cose ed istituzioni esistenti è puramente casuale.

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

"Due rette parallele non si incontrano mai." -Quinto postulato di Euclide-

Primrose Atwood ha sempre avuto tutto: degli amici con cui passare interminabili serate, qualunque ragazzo volesse con un semplice schiocco delle dita ed una famiglia che l'ha sempre amata incondizionatamente. Con tali presupposti, era solo ovvio che crescesse armata di una profonda sicurezza che una parte dell'università di Santa Barbara le invidia, per cui un'altra parte la tiene a distanza e che la rende, invece, irresistibile agli occhi della restante componente studentesca. Quando tuttavia la sua quotidianità fatta di ragazzi, alcool e cheerleading viene tutt'a un tratto sconvolta, capisce che di sicuro, nella sua vita, non c'è più nulla. * DISCLAIMER: fatti, cose e persone citate in questo libro sono frutto della mia immaginazione. Ogni riferimento a persone, cose ed istituzioni esistenti è puramente casuale.

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams in the fashion world. After graduating from NYU, she gets an internship at Vogue. Now she's trying to establish herself. Two worlds are going to collide, and these two people are not ready for it. ALL RIGHTS GO TO xcalliex FOR THIS STORY, AS SHE IS THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR ***** Please read the note before the first chapter *****

"god everything about you is just trouble and stress, can you just act like a human being for once in your life and think of someone other than yourself for two seconds. Not everyone lives their life in the fast lane Harry" "Well then baby, buckle up because I'm about to take you for a Ride" ~~ Charlie didn't plan to end up working for the most arrogant, narcissistic, most notorious, and damn good-looking race car driver in the world. She also didn't plan for him to change her life. Charlie, a simple mechanic from Daytona Florida is about to have her life turned upside down when she meets the one and only Harry Styles. unfortunately, charlie finds herself uncovering deep secrets about Harry and his past, which ultimately leads to betrayal of friends and family, lies of the past, and a secret in which charlie wishes she never found out in the first place. Will she come along for the Ride?

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

"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!

«Ti paga?» gli chiesi sovrappensiero; si voltò verso di me con le sopracciglia aggrottate, così indicai con la testa la borsa che cadeva al centro del suo petto. «L'università. Ti paga per scattare foto a tutti gli eventi?» Harry e la sua macchina fotografica erano praticamente un tutt'uno, ma mi ero sempre chiesta se lo facesse solo per hobby o se ci guadagnasse anche qualcosa. Tuttavia quella che a me sembrava essere una domanda lecita era, ai suoi occhi, probabilmente stupida, poiché si lasciò scappare uno sbuffo divertito. «No, non mi paga.» [...] «Sono belle» dissi con sincerità, riferendomi alle fotografie. Sollevai lo sguardo per osservarlo quando non rispose e, anche se non mi ringraziò, vidi comunque un sorriso compiaciuto combattere per spuntare sulle sue labbra piene.