[2021 Watty Shortlist!] it's 1919 in new york and harry has been back from the western front for months now. his wife, annaliese, barely knows the man she's married. once an optimistic and enthusiastic-about-life person, harry has returned from france nervous and constantly on edge. the problem is, harry feels suffocated. tired of suffering with PTSD for months, harry proposes he and annaliese take a trip in the summer to get a change of scenery. get some air. a vacation (or a belated honeymoon, as annaliese like to bitterly think). they visit two places in the east coast of america, learn about each other, and consider their relationship and where it currently stands. this story takes place in 1919, but contains flashbacks to 1916-1918.

continuations and blurbs for angel!!

// "Shit Flower, I miss you." // In which a former drug dealer who fell in love with the bosses' daughter finds himself still loving her. [sequel to flower]

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 Born into one of the leading Mob families in Chicago, Aria Scuderi struggles to find her own path in a world where no choices are given. Aria was only fifteen when her parents betrothed her to Harry- The Vice - Styles, the oldest son of the head of the New York Cosa Nostra to ensure peace between the two families. Now with eighteen, the day Aria has been dreading for years is looming dangerously: her wedding to Harry. Aria is terrified of marrying a man she hardly knows, especially someone like Harry who got his nickname 'the Vice' for crushing a man's throat with his bare hands. Harry might be one of the most sought after men in New York thanks to his good looks, wealth and predator-like charisma that radiates power, but the society girls throwing themselves at him don't know what Aria does: that the bad boy aura isn't just a game; blood and death lurk beneath Harry's striking green eyes and arrogant smile.In her world a handsome exterior often hides the monster within; a monster who can just as easily kill as kiss you.The only way to escape the marriage to Harry would be to run away and leave everything she's ever known behind but Aria can't bear the thought of never seeing her family again. Despite her fear, she decides to go through with the marriage; Aria has grown up among predators like Harry and knows that even most cold-hearted bastards have a heart and she has every intention of working her way into Harry's. Not my story! faceclaim; stefanie giesinger

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

elena and harry's story continues in the sequel to sugar baby; baby honey.

all elena needed was just a little bit of money to get through the tough times that college can bring. her friend offers to help her out by taking her to her 'job', an agency that matches young women with rich older men. elena is matched with harry styles; a young businessman with a lot to offer.

Their fates were like the collision of the northern lights; enthralling, experimental, and inevitable. Harry Styles au | Mature

Harry reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. The tender gesture was followed by his soft lips brushing against mine. "You alright, Angel?" I smiled sleepily, his familiar husky voice soothing the residual anxiety from my bad dream. Harry frowned. "Sasha?" "I'm alright." I shuffled closer to him under the duvet. "Do you ever wonder if things have been going too well? I'm scared we are getting too comfortable and -" "Baby, stop waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Everything is perfect." Harry spoke with such authority, as if because he said the words, they would be true. Maybe he truly believed it. But I knew better. Happiness didn't come without sacrifice or heartache and I wasn't waiting for something bad to happen - I was preparing for it because it was inevitable. I could only hope that unlike my nightmares, Harry and I would weather whatever storm blew our way. Sequel to Pure Feeling.