alora hayes: hollywoods it girl, star of the marvel cinematic universe, loved by all. niall horan: one direction member, impeccable singer, equally loved by all. the two are complete strangers, well up until ally decided to text her number neighbour.....

Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]

Beau is twenty-four and determined to make it in New York City. Vogue was the dream, but Issue 8 was the reality-an offbeat magazine that felt more like a dead-end than a breakthrough. Still, she was used to surviving. Until she met him. Harry Styles is enigmatic, mercilessly beautiful, and next in line to inherit his father's multi-billion dollar empire. Behind the designer suits and the glass office lies a man with a taste for control-and a strict rule he never breaks: Don't fall in love. Beau was supposed to be another name. Another month. Another obedient distraction. But nothing about her went according to plan. Now she's playing a dangerous game inside his world-one where secrets are currency, sex is power, and love is the most dangerous risk of all.

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

*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

DracoXReader one shots. !Do not repost without permission/credit, THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK! (however i don't own these characters! don't sue me haha...) Contains smut, fluff, etc. All smut is consensual! best ranks: #44 in dracomalfoy, #9 in imagines, #51 in boyfriend Started August 2019

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

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.*

"Harry, would you ever date a fan?"

People were going to paint the wrong narrative when it comes to the both of them; just like how historians painted the story of Persephone and Hades. The daughter of the monster people used to fear, the girl with a long line of villains before her; with venom and curse, and every cruel thing anyone could ever think of running through her vein, yet still, she endured. The son of a Death Eater who was destined to follow his ancestor's fate, the coward who believed he had his hands tied, the boy who had been fed with poison on a silver spoon; waiting for the day when skull and death were finally written on his skin. Their story was not about belonging, it might not even be as pretty as anyone wanted it to be; it was chaotic, they knew how doomed they were from the very start, and with every fibre in their beings, they swore they had tried to ignore their destiny that had already written by the Fates. But then again, even the cynic knew their story was the devil's favourite song. greek mythology metaphor/analogy is heavily used. slow-burn | enemies to lovers | | Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hallows | © 2020 October highest rank: 1 in #dracofanfic 1 in #persephone