Mature Content 18+ |AU| "Harlow you are the one person I hate the most in this entire fucking world!" Harry's yells as his finger is pointed directly at my face, teeth clenched with anger. "Yeah well news flash!" I swat his hand away. "You're pretty high up on my list too!" I huff out as I begin to walk away, annoyed and done with this conversation. "You're not fucking leaving!" Harry yells, grabbing hold of my wrist, squeezing it tightly and pulls be back to him. He shoves me against the mirrored wall, the glass cracking against my back. His face lowers so it is now level with mine. "Not before I show you just how much I hate you." * Harlow- An aspiring singer who is for now, a backup for the one and only Harry Styles; in more way than one. Harry- The worlds heartthrob who hides his true self so well, only showing the world what they want to see. Which is a golden boy who does no wrong. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Niall Horan #5 in One Direction #6 in Dylan O'Brien

Saiyaara Fan-Fiction. Its an AU movie story based on the same charecters as depicted in trailers and songs. Ahaan Pandey as Sahil Agnihotri. A college super star heartthrob. He is passionate about music and bikes. Extremely privileged, handsome and broody. Aneet Padda as Siya Joshi. She is the college topper, a huge nerd, soft and kind. She is hardworking and from a poor household trying to make it out. *************************** There she stood at the archway, wearing my powder blue shirt-half buttoned, barely hanging on her shoulder, sleeves swallowing her hands. My sunglasses, too big for her face, slipping slightly down her nose. And my guitar, slung across her like she was about to perform an arena show. I blinked. "What..." She strutted in like she owned the place. She pulled off her sunglasses in slow motion, her voice husky and dramatic. "You see, I woke up... and I was him. Sahil freakin' Agnihotri. Guitar-wielding prodigy. Man of mystery. Hair gel connoisseur." I choked on a grape. "Siya." She was swaying like a drunken rockstar, fake-belting notes that didn't exist in any scale, throwing her head back so hard my sunglasses flew off her face and clattered to the ground. I had tears in my eyes from holding in the laughter. I just couldn't take it anymore. She was still hopping around the furniture like an unhinged squirrel, doing a full-blown mockery of my performance from last gig-microphone hand gestures, dramatic hair flips, even the fake broody guitar solo that had the crowd roaring. I chased her across the room, dodging a throw pillow she hurled at me, until I finally caught her mid-bounce and tackled her onto the armchair in a heap of limbs and laughter. She was breathless, still fully in character. "Hey," she panted, her voice deepening into a mock baritone. "Do you want to ride on my big bike? I'll teach you cricket... maybe show you my tattoo..."

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

Heath and Teagan only agree on one thing: they don't want to be in a relationship. Teagan, who is busy finishing her law degree, needs a break from the stress of living up to her parents' expectations. Heath is following his passion and starting his career as a physical therapist, but his family's drama is tearing his life apart behind the scenes. As members of the same friend group, Heath and Teagan will be around each other plenty during wedding season, whether they like it or not. With no time or desire to date, the two come to an agreement: pre-scheduled hookups through the summer or until something real comes along. A situational relationship, otherwise known as a situationship. Their arrangement seems perfect. If their past doesn't come back to bite them.

"I fucking hate you." I growl, my fists balling at my sides as I restrain from punching his perfect face. He grins, his snowy hair falling in his eyes as he advances me, his irises glistening with mischief. "Oh, yeah? Come on, Florence. Show me just how much you hate me." -----«•»----- Maeve Florence and Miah Black both go to Oceanside Highschool in Oceanside, California. Maeve and Miah have known each other since pre-school; they were practically best friends. And then came eighth grade. They both hit puberty and while Miah got tall, lanky, pimply, and awkward, Maeve got to her height's breaking point, filled out, snappy, and opinionated. To say that they didn't get along would be an understatement. Maeve caught feelings for Miah and pushed him away, acting as if she was annoyed by him. If she would have known that her 'annoyance' turned into true annoyance later on, she would have never let Miah leave her sight. Now, it's senior year and Miah is the popular lacrosse player while Maeve is a part of the dance team. Oh, how she hates dancing before each of his games. Watching his smug face as he sees her dancing for his team-it kills her ego. All Maeve can manage to think is how she would love to smash his face in and carry on with her senior year. Miah won't let that slide. -----«•»----- WARNING: Mature Content, Mature Language, Sexual Content, Trigger Warnings, Sensitive Topics, etc.

"Hey...Sparky," he said. What did he just call me? "Sparky?" I asked him confused. "Yeah, that's my new nickname for you," he smirked. "Don't call me that," I scoffed. "Too late Sparky." ☾ In which the new girl falls for the schools bad boy, but changes him for the better ☽ Highest rankings as of 7/19/18: #2 graysondolanfanfic ♡ #3 dolantwinsfanfic ♡ #8 ethandolanfanfic ♡ #67 graysondolan ♡ >>> sequel to this story is The Bad Boy I Once Knew

"Don't think," he whispers into my ear. I hesitate. "I-" His lips on mine silence the rest of my words. He sucks on my bottom lip, nibbling it until moving up to the top one. After that, he kisses both. I whimper involuntarily, the sound unfamiliar to my ears. I mean, I've kissed guys before, but goodness this boy can kiss. I've never had it feel like it is now. We both pull back, breathing heavy. He grins at my flustered state, not a cocky smirk, but a...happy one? "Think about it, little dove. I'll see you in class okay," he says, starting the walk back to his car. A few moments later I hear the door shut and an engine start. Holy butterflies...what have I gotten myself into? [FULL EPIGRAPH INSIDE] SUMMARY: Raven has never been the most sough after girl or the most popular, but that doesn't stop bad boy Archer Cross from noticing her...and making it his mission to have her. He's actually wanted her for some time, a fact unknown to everyone around him. Problem is...her adoptive sister is his ex. Always living in her sister's shadow, she doesn't believe him. She wasn't remotely as beautiful as Layla, or so she thought. Always the brunt of fat kid jokes and pranks, she finally decided to turn that around over the summer before senior year. With her new body this school year, everyone has changed opinions and she's positive Archer's just another one of the others who have taken notice now that she's changed. As he pursues her heart, she resists, telling herself she can't believe him-that he's not telling the truth. But does she actually believe that? WARNING: Contains swearing/strong language Started: 1/7/19 Completed:

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

•Book 1• "You know what? You're right! I'm not gonna sit here and sob over a stupid boy! In fact, I'm gonna do the complete opposite! I'm gonna dance! I'm gonna dance in the rain!" The ups and downs of Clairesse Bennet and her story of growing to love Sirius Black. <><><><><><> Disclaimer~ I only own Clairesse and Camellia. J.K. Rowling owns everyone else. The cover is made by the amazing @-BlackVeilBride. <><><><><><> Started- 04/18/17 Finished- 12/24/17 Edited- ??/??/??