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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*

18+ / Very Mature The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?

(Completed!) I swore I saw him, standing there in the darkness. But it couldn't be him, he was gone. He was dead and he had been for a year now. // resurrect: verb -revive or restore the memory or being of something. // Lydia White has moved on with her life following the supposed death of the man she loved. But she has no idea that her life was about to change all over again, because someone is lurking in the shadows. Maybe Harry wasn't dead after all. // THIS IS A SEQUEL TO 'CRUMBLE'!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THAT BOOK YET THEN PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND READ IT BEFORE YOU START THIS ONE!

They say 'Opposites Attract,' but what happens when those opposites carry shadows from their past that threaten to tear them apart? Eran, the carefree, golden-hearted soul who is the kind of guy who believed love could fix anything. He wasn't just a happy-go-lucky soul; he was a dreamer, a romantic at heart. The best friend to everyone suffers heavily for the demise of his close peer still feels that love was magic-something worth chasing no matter the risk. Then there's Rose-enigmatic, guarded, and as alluring as the words she weaves in her secret world of online storytelling. Known by many but understood by none, she shields herself from the world, a sin she committed years ago which continues to haunt her. Her dark, mysterious past lies in stark contrast to the woman she portrays today-one who barely lets anyone in. But what happens when their worlds collide? When Eran's carefree charm meets Rose's enigmatic walls? Will she dare to fall in love, something which she dreads? In a twisted dance of fate, their paths will cross, igniting something neither of them expected. A battle of hearts, where one is locked in the past, and the other hides in the shadows. Love may not be part of the plan-but sometimes, fate doesn't give you a choice. Will they tear each other apart, or can opposites really attract?

I decided to make a second book. Same thing: smutty and fluffy larry one shots. Enjoy!

Harry Styles, Uni student moves into a flat with who he describes as the God, Louis Tomlinson. Harry is openly Bi, having sex with anything that moves, but all he wants is his straight flat mate Louis in his sheets. What happens when he realises Louis was gay this whole time? (This contains a lot of smut, and you will more than likely need to follow to read) Xx

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)

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.