"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!

"Do you ever get scared of being happy?" He asked softly, also pretty tired. I kept my eyes closed as I answered, my fingers softly drawing circles on his chest. "All the time. I used to a lot more, but, the downfalls seem a lot less daunting now that I have someone to free-fall with," I replied, and I looked up to see him smile a little at that, "We're just dancing in the rain these days.. there's no need to be afraid of the inevitable clouds that are gonna pop up." • • • College. Officially a new start. Crystal can already feel the clean slate and new opportunities like a breath of fresh air. She's finally ready to move in towards a brighter future. She knows hard times will inevitably come throughout her life, but that no longer scares her. However, life does have a way of throwing the most unexpected of curveballs at you... Especially when you least are prepared for it. [BOOK TWO OF 'HOPELESSLY DEVOTED' SERIES] • • • !!! [ TRIGGER WARNING ] !!! • suicide, suicidal concepts • domestic abuse, sexual assault • substance abuse, alcoholism, addiction • anxiety, PTSD, panic attacks • strong language and mature scenes • • •

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

I felt the presence of his body move closer to me but only barely touch me, as if he was teasing me. His lips brushed against my skin as he traveled to the place just under the hollow of my ear. My heart fluttered in my chest. Where had he learned to kiss like this? He continued down my neck until he hit my collar bone and I felt his hot breath dance across my neck and fall down my shirt right between the swell of my breasts causing me to shiver. OH DANG! I opened my eyes and started to protest. "I want a rematch! Please!" I pleaded, stepping back. "Sorry, no can do," he teased, the crooked grin spreading across his lips. I shuddered at the thought of actually kissing him. But the part that scared me was I couldn't tell if I was shuttering in disgust or anticipation. ~~~ Stacy Hall is a tomboy: she spends most of her time hanging out with boys, she never wears dresses or makeup, and she hates the way other girls obsess over boys and gossip. But what happens when she starts having feelings for one of her closest guy friends? Someone she's known since she was little. Someone who has a tendency to flirt a little too much. Will she push him away or pull him closer? And what if he's just as confused as she is?