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Lilith, meaning "belonging to the night," comes from the Akkadian word lilîtu, the feminine form of a word meaning "demon" or "spirit". Lilith has the 'perfect' life, she's cool, edgy, mysterious. But she's drowning in guilt and pain and refuses any and all help, not that anyone even knows she needs help... • • • Rewrite is on my wattpad. The rewrite is completed however there's still minor things I may fix as I find them. This version will most likely be left unfinished, so I'd recommend you read the rewrite instead of this one!

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

Olivia Windsor is a famed fashion model and socialite living in New York City. With her radiant looks and slender frame, the twenty-two-year-old is the face of highly coveted editorials. Olivia effortlessly follows the stringent requirements of the model industry, until one serendipitous night when her entire life changed. Parker Baylor, the new team captain for the New York Blaze, is at the all time high of his career. As one of the best professional hockey players in the NHL and the most eligible bachelor in the city, he's living the high life of a twenty-five-year-old. That all comes to an end with one run-in with an enticing brunette. Who would have expected their single encounter to result in a lifelong bind? ** undergoing major editing **

"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME" I shouted pointing a knife at him. It was the only thing keeping him away from me. "Do it!" He said with a wicked smirk. I curse myself for sleeping with this psychopath killer. My body trembled at his demand. I can't believe I'm pregnant with his child. "I swear I'll do it." I threatened moving back and he just chuckles "what wrong with you ?" I asked as a tear dropped from my eyes. "You think I'm scared of that knife. I enjoy pain just like I enjoy killing people." "You sick stay away from me." I shouted taking a step back. "I know. People used to call me psycho when I was a kid so I became one." ******* EDITED VERSION OUT NOW :)

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

Redamancy; (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full. - It's been 3 years since Wren last saw Tate. The last time they spoke, words were said, and promises that were made to be forever were broken. What will happen once they meet again? Will their betrayal affect the way they look at each other? Or will they go back to what once was a Redamancy? TW: Eating disorder, mental health struggles, self harm, Physical and mental abuse, etc,, SEXUAL THEMES/CONTENT 18+

"Lock the door"-I mumbled. "What? Are you scared that the janitor might hear us? Or are you afraid to wake the broomsticks up?" "I'm scared my brother might pass on the hallway and hear me fucking with you..." #6 in badboy!!

**Was once called My Hot Stepbrother** "Summer Green, your mine, only mine. Do you understand?" He said still holding me against the wall and two inches away from my face. Before I could answer his soft, full lips crashed onto mine craving the blissful pleasure. His hands roaming my body, wanting to touch every inch of it, making my body light with fire. He pulls away only long enough for my body to crave more of him when he says "I own you sweetheart." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer Green is an average 17 year old girl who has two best friends and has straight A's. Lives with her mother ever since her father left her and her younger siblings just last year. Her life was normal. But her mom meets a man named Joe Davison who owns a multi billion dollar company and has two sons of his own. Hunter who is also 17 stays out late, party's, and is the biggest player in school is now her stepbrother. He had baggage, he was damaged goods. He has more secrets then even he can handle, but what happens when all his walls fall down? Can Summer handle her jerk of a brother? And the secret he's been hiding? -Mature- ‼️Warning‼️ This story contains mature scenes such as the use of drugs or alcohol, this story also contains dangerous situations such as kidnappings and rape. If you are not able to read about that stuff it's ok it just means this story isn't for you. If you do decide to read my story and come to not like it then just stop reading it I wont be offended, all I ask is to don't leave rude comments or to send me mean messages please. This story isn't suppose to offend or hurt anyone and i apologize if it does, this story has come from my imagination if anything is similar to anyone else's work it is completely by chance. With all that being said I do hope you like my story.