They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

[LOVE TRIANGLE] (lowercase intended) TW: this book may touch on realistic, raw subjects. (mental health, abuse, trauma, ed, drug use) and things that go on because of them, so i've placed some real life situations in hopes to raise awareness. i show these serious situations and the effects they have on the characters, as well as the healing process that show how things will get better. the characters aren't perfect and all have something they're able to overcome. this book will in no means ever "fantasize" mental illness, abuse, etc. know that you're not alone and that you are so so loved and appreciated. ------- "you can't have us both, y'know." harry said, looking over at timothée as he entered the stage. timothée rested a cigarette in between his lips, shielding the end with his hand as he brought his purple lighter to it, lighting it up before he inhaled. "i never said i wanted either of you." i answered, causing him to turn his head to his side as he slightly shook his head, a smile on his face. he stood leaning against the tall speaker between us so that we were face to face, the freshness of his gum filling the area around me as he let out a sigh. "you see jenny, now i have to put your name in a song." he said so low, the rasp of his voice taking over his tone. "and we were doing so well." he shook his head, slowly getting further away as he stood straight. once his back faced me timothée shot a glare in my direction, blowing out smoke as he touched his ear, looking me up and down before grabbing his guitar. he was wearing one of my earrings. ------- ghost writer jenny sierra explores her new life as the back up singer for the world's famous boyband "two", starring members harry styles and timothée chalamet. both are total opposites and want only one thing: her. watch her as she deals with the rise of fame, new friends and enemies, dark secrets of the industry, and the battle of choosing which member she loves the most. who will it be?

*STAND ALONE BOOK* *FROM THE MAIN IN LACE SERIES* "Stop messing" He said, clearly not amused with my games. I took this as an advantage and moved myself closer to him. "Make me" "Please" "Aren't I the one that's supposed to be begging?" I pouted, wanting his attention. The bored frustrated look he wore seemed to go darker. He tilted his own head now, narrowing his eyes. He spun me and pushed me down onto the couch which made me stare up at him in surprise. "Begging" he growled lowly, "It would be nice to see you beg" Is it possible to love your best friend? Especially one with a dark secret... oh and a dark kink. Sex, Love, Hotness, Danger, Death What more could you want in a book?

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𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧.

❝Your smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.❞ // ❝Don't fool yourself, pretty boy.❞ - Timothee Chalamet x Reader THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED!! I do not consent to this story being republished on ANY site other than Wattpad, or by any user other than me.