"i feel like I'm betraying her everyday. I cant stand to look at her during this moment that's so important to her knowing why im really here.." "why do I feel the need to do this every time. why cant I stop. why cant anyone finally love me." ---------- preview: "why didn't you tell me! why did you keep him a secret all this time knowing how much he means to me!" I can see him getting angrier as the seconds go by but at the same time I start seeing his eyes become... glossy. "because I knew it wasn't right! I knew you would get hurt- and look. I was right." this anger grew upon me and all of a sudden I couldn't control myself. I slapped him as hard as I could not knowing what came over me. "you know nothing about me. you don't get to choose what's right and wrong for me." I say with a shaky breath while my hand still stings from the hard slap I have him. "but i do know everything about you daisy. i just acted like a stranger." ------------- CONTAINS DRUG ABUSE/ INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE/ SEXUAL CONTENT/ MENTAL HEALTH NO TRANSLATIONS started: march 2021

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

✼ 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.

* Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* {IN THE MAKING} Gabriella Rodriguez: A tireless 18 year old girl that has to provide for her siblings, more ways than one. Harry Styles: A new teacher at school wanting to know more about the intriguing girl that not only he taught, but bumps into more ways than one. ****** Preview: I walk over to the group of men in front of the stage and start dancing. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song. All of them throwing money at me or tucking bills into my corset. Something about dancing so provocatively felt so dangerous yet exhilarating. My movements came to a halt as I turned around to be faced with a set of green eyes I never expected to see here. Fuck.

1983. Five years after The Orphans tour of the U.S. Five years after the masses were shook by his voice. Five years after the publication of her impressive article. Belle, also known as Goldie, roams the streets of New York City with the beaches of California in her rear view. Now a well-known journalist for Rolling Stone magazine, she finally begins to feel steady from her formerly-tumultuous life on the road. ➝ TRAILER: https://youtu.be/34k3zFIez-g

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

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.

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 which a figment of Harry's imagination becomes reality, in the best and worst possible ways. . . WARNING: MATURE CONTENT