[COMPLETED] pairings are not limited to wine. this story sits well on the tongue with the art teacher - rufus wainwright :) "Unity is what makes art complete." Mr. Styles said. His eyes glancing over to me as he spoke. "Unity is what makes artwork whole." A unified design is greater than the sum of its parts; the design is seen as a whole first, before the individual elements are noticed. - After being raised in restriction her whole life by two ruthlessly strict parents, eighteen-year-old Alaska Dwyer has finally ventured out on her own and taken on the opportunity to study at the Institute of Fine Arts. She has longed for normality all her life, and that is certainly not something she will obtain when she falls for Mr. Styles, her thirty-three year old Visual Arts teacher. Their relationship is incredibly wrong, incredibly nonsensical, but incredibly invigorating. Amongst all of those things, their relationship is fortunately and unfortunately not everlasting either. [this book contains sexually explicit content] rankings) #1 on daddy issue stories [december 16 2020] #5 on explicit stories #33 on romantic stories #32 on alternate universe stories #8 on taboo stories #8 on kink stories #3 on daddy issue stories #4 on teacher stories #1 on teacherstudent stories [july 30 2020] ♡ #13 on mature stories #36 on styles stories Unity © Hxrryparadise 2017

"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!

[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels this" he murmurs lowly. The closeness and his breath against my skin making me suck in a sharp breath. I turn around and face him "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about" he says softly looking down at his feet for a moment then back up to my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him. I couldn't take it any longer, but shock him when I pull away. "I can't take that risk" I confess, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I walk away from the person I wanted most.

Harry lives in a world of black, white, and grey. Colour doesn't mix nor does it belong in the realm of business that solely grasps his mind. There was no way out; but he doesn't want that. The passion he has for his career, made him strive his way to the top, creating an empire of success with pure admiration. Serenity lives in a world of infinite colour. Black, white, and grey don't mix, nor do they belong in the realm of dancing that exists within her heart, soul, and mind. There was no way out; but she doesn't want that. The passion she has for her career, made her strive the way to the top, creating a dance studio that was successful, but is failing quickly over time. The two are identical, leaving only two differences: she loves tea and vibrant colours; and he's a coffee addict and simply monochromatic. Will she help him open his eyes to see what the beguiling world truly holds? One that she firmly believes is more than a commercial offer. .. "Why are you so persistent? No means no." His brows were furrowed in perplexity, as his emerald gems gazing intently into mine. "Why are you so against it? No can mean yes. You just have to see it. You just have to believe in possibilities." I knew he could see the twinkling in my hopeful sapphire eyes. I was determined to convince him.

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

This bad boy had the smell of a delicate flower. COVER, MADE BY ME. WARNING : USE OF STRONG LANGUAGE, ABUSIVE AND POSSIBLY SEXUAL.

"let's play a fun game of hide and seek... the fun part is, you can't hide." harry styles daddy kink achievements: #97 in fan fiction This story is now in revision stages and I will be uploading more parts and fixing the many grammatical errors that this book has. Bare with me.

"I just want them all to rot in hell,Daddy." "We could actually make that happen." A story where Lana and her sugar daddy ruin prom night.

"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs. Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says: -Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."