[LOVE TRIANGLE] (lowercase intended) TW: this book may touch on realistic, raw subjects. (mental health, abuse, trauma, ed, drug use) and things that go on because of them, so i've placed some real life situations in hopes to raise awareness. i show these serious situations and the effects they have on the characters, as well as the healing process that show how things will get better. the characters aren't perfect and all have something they're able to overcome. this book will in no means ever "fantasize" mental illness, abuse, etc. know that you're not alone and that you are so so loved and appreciated. ------- "you can't have us both, y'know." harry said, looking over at timothée as he entered the stage. timothée rested a cigarette in between his lips, shielding the end with his hand as he brought his purple lighter to it, lighting it up before he inhaled. "i never said i wanted either of you." i answered, causing him to turn his head to his side as he slightly shook his head, a smile on his face. he stood leaning against the tall speaker between us so that we were face to face, the freshness of his gum filling the area around me as he let out a sigh. "you see jenny, now i have to put your name in a song." he said so low, the rasp of his voice taking over his tone. "and we were doing so well." he shook his head, slowly getting further away as he stood straight. once his back faced me timothée shot a glare in my direction, blowing out smoke as he touched his ear, looking me up and down before grabbing his guitar. he was wearing one of my earrings. ------- ghost writer jenny sierra explores her new life as the back up singer for the world's famous boyband "two", starring members harry styles and timothée chalamet. both are total opposites and want only one thing: her. watch her as she deals with the rise of fame, new friends and enemies, dark secrets of the industry, and the battle of choosing which member she loves the most. who will it be?

What ever you do, don't call him James. "It's Jimmy, bitch." Story start date : TBA

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

19 year old Olivia Grey takes her 14 year old sister to a Harry Styles concert as a birthday gift but little did she know that was just the start. It all seems love birds and cliche but really it's a twisted story.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

***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."

[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

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

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING