After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

"You're too good for me Sunshine." His voice deep and low as he whispers just enough for me to hear into my ear. "I'm not, I can be just as bad as you." My voice wretched in my own ears and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. He leans closer to my face now, his pupils taking up nearly his entire iris and he looks down at me with a malicious smile. We both knew I would never be as bad as him. His fingers reaching out just slightly and skimming across the soft skin of my neck and retreating just as I shudder under his touch. Harry smirks knowingly, "You're sounding desperate now Jules.. can you tempt me?" He leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out patting his lap almost calling for me now. "I- I can try." My voice wavers through my own ears and I know I'll regret this in the morning. Before I could move Harry's sitting up with quick movements and grabbing at my jaw pulling me directly between his legs. "My sunshine, my temptress you are." Juliet Flores was not expecting college to be filled with complete and utter chaos, she was running from the skeletons in her own closet... now how did she end up dancing with the ones in Harry's. Hate is a strong word... not strong enough to describe the relationship between the two though, not strong at all. //Trepidation; a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.// CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT #20 in Dark Harry #4 in Dramatic Started April 1st 2021

Ally and Harry, two complete opposites. What happens when you put the most popular girl in school and her tutor together? A short story about what happens when two people from different social standings come together for more than just a late night study session. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

[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.

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.

Distractions. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was equally wrapped around hers. *** I loved you both Key word 'loved' You both ruined me Now you'll have to live with the consequences Neither of you will like this ending One of you wont live to see it *** "Harry, we can't." I whispered as his hand began to creep its way up my short dress. I could feel the cold metal of his rings on my inner thighs. "What if they turn around." I shifted my eyes to my two best friends in the front seat of the car. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Then trailing his lips to my ear without losing contact. "You'll just have to keep quiet then baby." His whisper instantly sent chills down my spine. His large hands now tugging at the waistband of my panties. ~~~ MATURE CONTENT ~ VULGAR LANGUAGE/MURDER/DRUGS ABUSE/SEXUAL CONTENT/MENTAL HEALTH ~~~ started - 12/5/20 finished - TBD *HIGHEST RANKS* #1 in wattpad - 1/25/21 #10 in harrystyles - 2/1/21 #15 in harry - 2/15/21