Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

[MATURE CONTENT] KILLER x THIEF Since the day she was born, RORY YOUNG has been told she's too smart for her own good. Getting by easily on her brains and beauty, she strides through life knowing she can outsmart any opponent - especially the idiot customers she see's every night. But her luck runs out one night when she steals from the wrong man. And when the devil himself comes knocking on her door to collect, Rory has finally met her match. Except the devil doesn't ask for his things back. He kills for it. So why didn't he pull the trigger?

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

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

Pink and red balloons. Haunting music playing. Green eyes filled with regret. Blue eyes filled with amusement and hate. Mr. Gerard asking if I was alright. Silence. Camera phones. Pain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ High school is a nightmare... but the beautiful, long haired boy filled her ghost like existence with hope. What A Time is a story about young love, the truth behind the masks we wear, mistakes, our choices, and the making of memories and how fleeting those moments really are. 🥉Stargazer Awards🥉

Lo dejé entrar en mi vida y lo único que le causé fue dolor. Trataré de ser breve. En otra vida, sin mentiras, sin secretos dolorosos y sin un pasado que no nos permite ser felices, prometo que haremos todo lo que planeamos en esta vida, pero por ahora, soy una experta en el arte de perderlo.