This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters. A 500 year old curse dictates that Blake and Daniel must get married before the end of the year or their families will suffer the grave consequences. However, the couple figures there must be some way to get around the curse, some way to convince the demon that created the curse to change the rules. There must be some way to be free from this arranged marriage. If only they could avoid falling in love too. # Saying no to the arrange marriage is not an option. Blake's family will lose the magic that created their empire and if Daniel says no, his family of vampires will turn to dust. They can't say no without ruining the lives of the people they love the very most but... all Blake wants to do is be free and experience the world outside his sheltered lifestyle and Daniel just wants to focus on work and bringing his kingdom into a golden age. Blake finds himself in way over his head, realizing Danny, the kid he thought was such a punk, turns out to be Daniel, the future king of the largest coven of vampires in the world. He can't dance, doesn't know proper etiquette and doesn't even own one pair of dress shoes. Daniel puts himself to the task of changing Blake from being a pauper to a prince as long as they're engaged. But why? What kind of demon makes a deal like that? What did the demon get from this? Those are the questions both Blake and Daniel ask each other and on one dumb drunk night, they decide to ask the demon, Ignacio, himself. Is there something more sinister involved in this contract? Are there ways someone else can bend it's rules? Cover designed by Ren T

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.*

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

Resolution is the story of when a chemical, strictly-physical relationship evolves into something so heart-wrenchingly real that Harry and Halle's worlds are changed forever. If you want to feel, really feel, read it. WARNING: Extremely explicit sexuality. Please only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

This is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

"You know I love you right?" Harry questions sternly while holding my face. "Yes." I breathe out. "Good because I'm going to fuck you like I don't." ------EXPLICIT CONTENT------

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

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