"I'll never know where Harry Styles went. And that's okay." ... Sequel to teenage dirtbag. TW/////// There is mention of a school shooting in this story, and I know that can be triggering for people!! I think it's worth mentioning, so it's only a minute topic in a couple chapters back-to-back near the beginning(ish) of the story. There's no detail in it, it's only the topic of an article that the main character is writing about! There's quick and minimal mentions about death along with it. I just want to give y'all a heads up! Love to everyone <3

Ongoing story of Rylee Eversteen and Harry Styles.

"I overthink too much." He shrugs, "Maybe that's a good thing. It'll keep you outta trouble." "Ugh," I groan, falling back on the bed. "I think I need some trouble in my life at this point." I stare at the ceiling fan, watching it twirl quickly. "My life has so many restrictions. Because I stop myself from doing everything. For example," I lean up on my elbows to look at him. "You." // Devri Quinn, a 26 year old undercover agent gets paired with 4 boys and 3 girls to go on a top secret mission in Los Angeles, California. She has her guard up and swears to keep things professional, unlike her fellow agents, in fear of the past repeating itself. But her loyalty is tested whenever one of the agents she's paired with sparks something within her that she doesn't expect. Will she be able to resist him? Or does she take the risk and give in to her true feelings?

"Think you're tough huh?" I can see his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye and I notice his tongue run over his bottom lip before he continues, making a chill run down my spine. "Telling off the Big Bad Wolf like that... I think you rather enjoyed it" he then decides to completely invade my personal space on purpose even more and brings his index finger to my chin to tilt it up slightly. "You know, I like bold women... and that was quite bold". I manage to lock my jaw, just before it's about to drop. He's actually making a move on me right now. But I know exactly what game he's trying to play. He assumes I'll fall for it like the rest, and when I'm about to lean forward and give into him, he'll pull back and I'll look like a damn fool. Tough luck Styles, you gotta be more creative than that. I decide to flip it and play him instead though, leaning in as close as I can without actually touching his face with mine. My stomach flutters slightly because I can already see the smirk forming on his face when he thinks he's got me and I know he hasn't. But instead of doing what he's counting on being my next move, I whisper, "well that's just too bad... Assholes aren't my type". ••• Contains vulgar language/sexual content/ drug use/descriptive violence READ AT OWN RISK!

Título anterior: Fuck Me/FM Essa história foi reescrita e está disponível na Amazon e Kindle Unlimited! Para ter acesso basta comprar o ebook ou ler de graça pelo Kindle Unlimited (o app do Kindle abre em qualquer dispositivo: celular, tablet, pc, etc). Qualquer dúvida me grita no insta @ brunachiarett :) ___________________ HATERS TO LOVERS + SLOW BURN + CÃO E GATO + SÓ TEM UMA CAMA + FÉRIAS DE VERÃO Um verão. Uma casa isolada. Uma garota afogada em culpa. Um cara feito de fogo e raiva. Regra Número 9 conta a história de Harry e Melissa - dois opostos com feridas parecidas. Ela cria regras para sobreviver à convivência forçada. Ele quebra todas só para ver até onde ela aguenta. Entre mentiras, provocações e verdades que machucam, eles descobrem que o perigo nem sempre é se entregar... mas o que acontece quando você tenta resistir. "Não ligo de ser o cara errado na hora errada. Porque foi a minha escuridão que me fez enxergar a sua." +18

"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!

De uma hora para outra a vida de Olívia Dawson dá uma volta de 180 graus. Seu pai resolve buscar novas oportunidades em outro lugar, não levando em consideração a vida que sua filha deixaria para trás. Agora ela se vê em uma cidade estranha, com pessoas que não conhece e assim tenta se adaptar a essa nova realidade. Mas quando pensa que tudo já aconteceu, ela conhece alguém que mudará essa sua concepção. Será que nossa querida Olivia, finalmente encontrará a felicidade? ✓ Conteúdo Maduro © All Right Reserved by: Moccolate Plágio é crime LEI Nº 9.610 de 19/02/1998