"Listen to me, princess. I've had enough of your attitude. We're both in hell here. So either suck it up or shut up. Do I make myself clear?" -- Emma Winston never expected her father to become President of the United States. When she got accepted into her dream school she never expected to have a secret service agen...
❝You drive me fucking wild,❞ he says, pulling at his hair. He moves closer again--this time grabbing me by the waist. I let out a groan as he kisses my neck. ❝Shut the fuck up, baby.❞ #1 ON FANFICTION 04/28/17
❝This is wrong Harry,❞ I pant as he rips off my top, exposing my bra. I soon give into him as his arms lock on my waist, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. ❝Be quiet baby, we dont want to wake Louis up.❞ // Absolutely no translations or resposts. No exceptions. :) #1 19/10/16
Harry and Adelaide were inseparable. Hand in hand they venture into their first year of college together, ready and confident. As new opportunities arise, new people begin to drop into their lives, and the foundation they have set their love on begins to crumble, Adelaide and Harry start to wonder if their future to...
Harry and Mya. Mya and Harry. That's how it's been since we were kids. The best of friends. I was more into academics. He was more into sports. And then we became more than best friends. But in senior year, everything good about us came crashing down, and it seemed there really was no way out.
A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wa...
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Quinn Adams has the definition of a perfect life for some. She lives in the most expensive house, she's rich, she's popular, and she can get any guy she chooses. Her life is described as neat, clean, and elegant. Her next door neighbor, Harry Styles is quite the opposite. His household is messy, loud, and disruptive...
A sad girl with a past meets a goofy guy with the possibility of a future. Sounds about right. Follow Adelaide and Harry in a story of secrets, healing, love, and a lot of corny jokes.
am·e·thyst: A violet or purple color. A story about a 24 year old single father meeting a 23 year old female with amethyst coloured hair. (fan fiction; 65) © 2014 fadoraharry_ All rights reserved.
Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.
The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.
He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.
WATTYS 2018 WINNER ❝What happens in summer, stays in summer.❞ • • • • • Six lightning tattoos swear the drunken memories and hazy hookups of six teenage kids to secrecy. • • • • • Copyright © 2021 by spirabilis | All Rights Reserved
"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction
❝I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you can't leave me, Claire!❞ he shouts into the empty room, right at my tearful eyes. ❝Because my feet fail me walking through the door! My knees turn to liquid, my arms lose all strength, and my mind scatters until the only thing I can think about is how I can't lose...
"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...