❝choose your last words, this is the last time 'cos you and i, we were born to die.❞

The world as we know does not exist anymore. After dealing with events that nearly destroyed the entire human race, people did everything they could to protect themselves against the harsh environment. Unfortunately, it came with a price. In the world where love is just a myth, can one person make any difference? No translations allowed!

The world is in war again, military bases being the only safe haven for the population in the affected areas. Danger, lies, and secrets lurk between the enemy sides, dividing them even more in the time when unity is needed the most. But perhaps amidst of it all, there is hope for a better future. No translations allowed!

Harry Edward Styles. Room 402 at Eastwood Mental Asylum. Known for turning his victims psychotic. To be handled with extreme precaution.

"You were given the perfect name to be a stripper, damn shame you weren't given the ability to dance," he smirks, looking me up and down. "How would you know?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "I've been watching you the entire night." "I wasn't trying to dance well; I was just having fun. Trust me, if I wanted to strip, I would strip," I smirk moving the turn away. He lightly chuckles, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. "Oh yeah, baby, go on then, strip." ___________________________________________ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING TURNED INTO A PDF TO BE PRINTED EVEN IF IT'S FOR PERSONAL USE!

All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

harry and olivia enjoy a very smexy night together

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

PART 3: Harry & Olivia's epic love story continues.. What happens when the honeymoon's over?

PART 2: The story of Liv and Harry continues as we see their relationship tested and tried in ways they wouldn't have thought possible. Are they strong enough to withstand all that is trying to tear them apart? WARNING: Contains sex scenes & drug use