Ongoing story of Rylee Eversteen and Harry Styles.

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)

Who would've thought vampires existed? When they reveal themselves in the year 2137 the war breaks out. All the vampires want is freedom but the humans are too scared to give that to them. When a creature of the night falls for a simple human what happens? Will he able to control his supernatural powers around her? Will she be able to live with a vampire? But will the simple blossoming feelings survive in the dark times of a war? © 2015 All Rights Reserved (THIS IS PROBABLY THE WORST DESCRIPTION EVER JUST READ THE PROLOGUE)

"Do you know who I am?" "No." "Do you love me?" "No." "Then I'll make you love me again."

"I fucking love you."

**A new, mature version will soon to be published on my account Alice Dawson and her parents just move into a one-hundred year old house. There has said to be a brutal murder down in the basement. When Alice has to retrieve something from the basement, she feels a presence. She couldn't tell if it was a good, or bad presence. Someone--preferably a young man-- has been speaking to her in her head. She thought she was just imagining things. But, she sees a young man down in the basement staring at her. She blinks, and he disappears. When Alice takes time in investigating, she finds out who was brutally murdered in the basement. Harry Styles.

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)