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Bitter & Twisted [h.s]

SilhouetteBesideMe

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Reads 276
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SilhouetteBesideMe

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I start to hear my heartbeat in my own ears, it progressively getting louder from the state of fear I am in. All of the sudden the unknown person behind me speaks up. Al low raspy voice right in my ear, sending shivers throughout my entire body.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."


Eretria opened her own bar with her friend Vera, when all of the sudden they hear of news that there has been a new night club bar that is right down the street.... 

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Tough Love by rikkirocks

Emma Samuels moved to Holmes Chapel in Cheshire from Buffalo New York three years ago. She's been dealing with social anxiety her whole life but thanks to a certain green eyed, curly haired idiot named Harry Styles it's only gotten worse. Harry and his friends, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn have bullied her ever since she moved there. Everyday he teases her, and treats her like dirt and she hates it. All because she's a bit over weight, and her anxiety disorder. One day, Harry makes a bet with his friends that he can make Emma fall in love with him by the end of the year and when he does, he'll break her for good. But what happens when a connection grows, and Harry realizes that he and Emma aren't as different as he thought. Will Harry fall for Emma, or will he crush her once and for all. "I don't get it Harry. You've hated me for three years. Hell you hated me eight hours ago, what changed" I said just above a whisper. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and pinned me against the wall. His chest was against my back, I could hear him breathing heavily down my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for him to slam my head against the wall but I felt his lips pressed to my ear instead. "Maybe I realized something" he whispered in a low raspy voice. "w-what" I said trying to be strong but failing miserably. "I have strong feelings for you Emma. I always thought they were negative but" he spun me around and put one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder and slammed me into the wall forcefully "But now, now I'm not so sure" TRIGGER WARNING: book contains foul language, abuse, talk of self harm and signs of severe anxiety. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

$Amateur Love Games *Punk Niall* {EDITING} by His_Irish_Princess$

"I heard you're a player." I smirked. "So?" He answered. "Let's play a game." I looked at him skeptically. "Let's sweet talk. Let's play fight. Let's talk 24/7. Let's tell each other good morning and good night every day. Let's take walks together. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each others friends. Let's go on dates. Let's talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other. Let's kiss and hug. And whoever falls in love first? Loses." I said looking him in the eye still smirking. "So, basically we'd be dating, but not actually dating?" He asked. I nodded shrugging. He stayed silent for a couple minutes. I searched his face for some kind of hint on what he was thinking. "Okay. Let's do it." He said. I smiled. This is going to be fun. "Let the Amateur Love Games begin." I spoke while winking to him as I turned to walk away. Copyright © 2014, His_Irish_Princess on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Sequel: Game Over

Stupid To Fall For You ~ Harry Styles ~ by thatbitchhhhh3542

Vada Carter. 18 years old. Not famous, just a stupid girl. Harry Styles. 19 years old. Very famous, but he's just a stupid boy. "You can't say stuff like that Harry! I can't feel this way about you!" I tell him, speaking louder than usual. "Why?" He asks me. I didn't hesitate to answer this time. "Because I'm scared! I'm scared of the feelings I have towards you!" I tell him. "I'm scared too, so why don't we just be scared together?" He asks me as he starts walking towards me. "We can't Harry." I tell him, now only a few steps away from each other. A few more steps and he's right in front of me, only an inch left between our noses. "Let's be scared together Vada." He tell me, both of his hands cupping my cheeks. I shake my head and sniffle back my runny nose due to the pouring rain. "You don't understand Harry. I'm scared of this. I'm scared of my feelings. I'm scared of what I'll do to mess this up. I'm scared I'm going to get hurt. I'm scared of it all." I tell him, my voice now at a quiet whisper but full of emotion. It's the story of them. The story about how they were stupid to fall for each other.

IMPULSE [H.S] by kizriz

[BOOK 2 OF PULSE, ONGOING] They made it out, but now they're on the run, caught in a dangerous game with no allies and no clear path forward. Fighting to regain their freedom, they face a growing web of secrets, betrayals, and deceptions that threatens the one thing they thought they would always have: each other. -- "Ever wonder what drives you to act on impulse?" I look up and see him standing behind me. Our gazes lock through the mirror, and a chill runs up my spine. His eyes are dark, filled with a dangerous intensity that makes my heart race. "Every decision you make in the heat of the moment," he says, his voice a seductive whisper, "reveals something deeper." He inches closer, his breath warm against my neck, his fingers grazing my collarbone. His lips curl into a knowing smirk. "So don't fight it, baby. Show me what you really want." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, suicide, addiction, self harm, torture, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

The Situation by everyone_loves_Harry

A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

Adversity ~ H.S. by thenightischanging

"What's a sweet woman like you doing here all by herself?" His voice is low and raspy, it's hot. He reaches down and tucks a strand of my hair behind my left ear, waiting for my reply. "I'm not sweet. Go back to your table." I tell him firmly. A glimmer of shock passes over his eyes, it's probably the first time he's been rejected. "Playing hard to get, I like it. I don't follow instructions though." he tilts his head as he speaks. "You're a tough shell to crack, I don't know how to read you." "Maybe that's because I don't want you to read me, maybe my pages are better off hidden." I respond, keeping him on his toes and being completely honest. // Maddison Levine and Harry Styles met one night at a grungy bar, she knows he's too pure for her. She turns him down using every last piece of self restraint she has, she can't have him. But Harry doesn't play by the rules, he knows what he wants and he'll get her at any costs; only he doesn't realise how exactly how much she will cost...

Abhor by har0ldisbae

*May be triggering to some readers* "Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe. "You dare tell Niall about those texts. I'll kill you myself," I've never been a person to throw threats around, but i had to do something. He takes a step closer to me, only a few inches between our bodies now. "Oh, you're a murderer now, I see," he chuckles to himself, his chest rising up and down slowly, like he's the most relaxed person on earth. "I've never hurt a fly, never would, unless you hurt my brother," I state strongly, avoiding eye contact. My eyes are glued to his worn Rolling Stones t-shirt. "I'm not hurting your brother, sweetheart, I'm hurting you," he speaks lowly, almost at a whisper "the more I know about you, the more I have against you, the more I can get what I need from this situation."

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

Vindicated by chlox1d

I looked up at him, unsure of what just happened. I saw the blood glistening off of his gold H ring as he pushed my hair out of my face, scanning my eyes, making sure I was okay. "You should go back inside and find your friends. Go home and lock your doors." He said as he turned to walk away. "Wait!" I said weakly. He reached the end of the ally and turned around. "I don't even know your name." He paused, his eyes locking on mine before simply saying, "I'm Harry." then turning back around and disappearing into the night. WARNING: This book contains mature and adult themes, like violence, drug use, sexual assault, and other possibly triggering topics. Read at your own risk. - My twitter is @chlox1d, make sure you follow to stay updated! Happy reading :)

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Tough Love

Emma Samuels moved to Holmes Chapel in Cheshire from Buffalo New York three years ago. She's been dealing with social anxiety her whole life but thanks to a certain green eyed, curly haired idiot named Harry Styles it's only gotten worse. Harry and his friends, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn have bullied her ever since she moved there. Everyday he teases her, and treats her like dirt and she hates it. All because she's a bit over weight, and her anxiety disorder. One day, Harry makes a bet with his friends that he can make Emma fall in love with him by the end of the year and when he does, he'll break her for good. But what happens when a connection grows, and Harry realizes that he and Emma aren't as different as he thought. Will Harry fall for Emma, or will he crush her once and for all. "I don't get it Harry. You've hated me for three years. Hell you hated me eight hours ago, what changed" I said just above a whisper. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and pinned me against the wall. His chest was against my back, I could hear him breathing heavily down my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for him to slam my head against the wall but I felt his lips pressed to my ear instead. "Maybe I realized something" he whispered in a low raspy voice. "w-what" I said trying to be strong but failing miserably. "I have strong feelings for you Emma. I always thought they were negative but" he spun me around and put one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder and slammed me into the wall forcefully "But now, now I'm not so sure" TRIGGER WARNING: book contains foul language, abuse, talk of self harm and signs of severe anxiety. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED