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"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

❝A crença derradeira é acreditar numa ficção, que você sabe ser ficção, nada mais além disso. A espantosa verdade é saber que se trata de uma ficção, e que você acredita nela por vontade própria.❞ Ela não acreditava em monstros. Ele era um monstro. Ela não tinha medo de nada. Ele iria lhe mostrar o que era medo. Ela era boa. Ele era ruim. Ela era cheia de vida. Ele era a morte. Ela tinha felicidade. Ele tinha ódio. Ela ajudava as pessoas. Ele matava as pessoas. Ela estava viva. Ele estava morto. Ellinora Green tinha uma vida "normal", até o dia em que colocou seus pés dentro do sanatório Waverly Hills. O que acontece quando atravessamos a linha que nos separa das coisas vivas para as coisas sobrenaturais? Ellie estava prestes a descobrir. ❝Para quem ele examinava, é terror, e quem ele olha, é raiva.❞ capa ⇨ @lwtpapillon (twitter) ⇨ Se estiver lendo essa história em qualquer outra plataforma que não seja o Wattpad ou Espaço Criativo, provavelmente, você está correndo o risco de sofrer um ataque virtual (malware e vírus). ⇦

Sequel To Iniquitous! It's been two years since Hollis walked out of Harry's life. In those two years both of them have changed. Both know that they can never have someone as special as the other. So what do they do. Make do with what they do have. Continue reading the Iniquitous series to see where the story of Hollis and Harry goes.

"You know I can't just let you go." He says. "You have no choice" I weakly say with tears falling. "I'm not letting you go. I just can't allow you to leave me." He begins to walk over to me, I start to take steps back to create some distance. "You chose to do what you did." My voice cracks. "As much as I love you, I can't live with what you've done." _____________________________ I've always wondered who I was. I was born into a world where there was only one power. That power was demons. I was born on the day they took over. My whole life I've felt like I've never belonged. Like I was different from everyone around me. What I know now I realize why I felt like that. I'm finally learning who I am and see the world in a new light. It's all thanks to him. Harry Styles. __________________________ Top Rankings #1 in harrystylesfanfic- Aug 25th, 2019 #13 in harry styles- Feb 6th, 2019 #1 in harold- Jan 30th, 2019 #3 in good-vs-evil- Jan 29th, 2019 Started: Oct 20th, 2018 Completed: Aug 21st, 2019

"I got my hopes up" I whisper, softly closing my eyes. "About what?" Harry mumbles keeping his distance from me. "About you actually loving me back." A single tears runs down my cheek. I pick up my broken heart, and leave behind the only man I have ever loved. *Sexual warning.*