Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.Don't hum Bolero.

    A Harry Styles Fanfiction"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

     Quick! Knock on the barn wood because the fates are not finished with Anabel yet! She still has the wedding extravaganza, the huge reception dance, and her favorite part--the much anticipated wedding night ahead of her, where the new bride will get the most shocking wedding present imaginable! Did Anabel marry the man of her dreams, if she was the kind a girl who had wedding man dreams, or was marrying Luke Drake the deadliest mistake of her life? A Wedding Written in the Stars will delight you and then stun you to the toes of your seriously sexy, fancy, high-heeled wedding reception shoes! (Author's Note: A Wedding Written in the Stars was written to entertain an adult audience.)

    Their fathers are street legends, and the four of them feel it’s necessary that they wear their own crowns. Problem is, they won’t be allowed to take part in the legacy until they prove they’re ready, so for now, they’re just doing what they do best, living life to the fullest. They’re wild, reckless, and doing the most, but what happens when they get their heads on right and decide that that they can do it on their own. For these young men who typically get anything they want based on their names alone, they begin to realize that the most powerful thing in the world is not money, which they have plenty of, it’s respect. Add in love, and you have a disastrous combination. Family means everything, and Legacy is the key, but when you want it all, sometimes you have to do it your way. When you’re trying to find your way and someone else finds your heart, will you be able to hold onto that dream of being the greatest of all time? Hood Legacies are built, not earned.

    I wasn’t wearing an orange jumpsuit, but instead a flimsy hospital gown engulfed my frail body. As I looked into my husband’s eyes, I wondered if this would be the last time I saw him … the last time I hugged him … the last time I told him I loved him. I worried that my last few breaths would be taken as the wheels of the gurney squeaked down the brightly lit hallway, slowly making our way to the operating room. In the next few moments they would begin surgery to remove a brain tumor from my right frontal lobe. My life was about to change. This is my story, my true story, of my journey overcoming my brain tumor. One that I hope ends with a happy ending. That’s the thing about hope; even in my darkest days, that hope remained deep within my soul. I hoped that the person I used to be would fight their way back, out of the depths. And today, hope still fills my heart … hope that I will make the most of my second chance at life. Life doesn’t send out invitations — so today I choose to be bold. Be brave. Be unforgettable. And I choose to LIVE.

    one of the guests is found murdered.Who did it?Why?And what's up with the monster in the mud bath?Follow along with amateur sleuth Marley as she casts spells, questions suspects, and dances her way through her first case!This is the first book in the Marley the Witch Mystery series. A full-length witch cozy with a leading female sleuth.

    With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school.The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a lot.

    I am Lord Volde...Harry Potter. I'm Harry Potter. In which Harry is insane, Hermione is a Dark Lady-in-training, Ginny is a minion, and Ron is confused.

    Hermione only wanted to learn Healing; she discovers that Professor Snape is a human being after all, and his actions dramatically shape the course of the war as events unfold.Cover (fanart) by Fidae on deviantart.

    And while Layla is excited for all that awaits her in motherhood, she's feeling a little disconnected from the friends who have stood by her from the moment they met. Reintegrating into her social life and balancing motherhood may be a bit of a challenge, but Layla isn't going to miss her opportunity to help her dearest friends find their Happily Ever After, too. But what would life be without a curve ball once in a while? When someone from their past surfaces and asks for help, Layla isn’t sure telling Will is the best thing to do. He spent years protecting her, now it’s her turn to protect him from further heartache. She knows she won’t be able to keep the secret from Will forever, but no matter what happens, Layla is confident they’ll walk through it together, remaining just as anchored together as they’ve always been.

    “I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like.”or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with himPart 2: 'Cause All That You Are Is All That I'll Ever NeedStrawberry milk layers their upper lips, and they giggle and lick it off of each other. They taste it in each others mouths when they kiss; it's on their tongues, and filling their tummies. There are seven cartoons in the fridge, with 1 out that they keep pouring into shot glasses. They give each other a ‘cheers!’ and tip it down their throats. Instead of burning their mouths, it wipes away the sting that is already inside of them.(Harry still has days when he needs to feel good on the inside. Louis can see it in his eyes, and on these days, Louis needs it too. Maybe just as much.)or the strawberry milk sequel; where harry still needs help, louis' trying to give it to him, liam rents a van, zayns a bit protective of his best mate, and nialls there to tie it all together.Part 3: Lumiere, Darling

     Every action has a consequence and this is the aftermath. My name is Kara Petersen. I am one of life’s survivors, but my life has not been easy. I am the product of a dysfunctional, broken home and parents who don’t care. Fallen from grace, abandoned and betrayed, I am now alone. Then there was hope. A boy, a saviour. He saved me, empowered me, and gave me the strength and courage to leave. To live. His actions will not be in vain. I will do whatever it takes to survive. My name is Sloan Foster. I am one of life’s failures, but my life has not been fair. I am the product of a loving home, a mother and father who adored each other, until death paved the way for the devil. Trapped inside a world with a gilded façade, I have always felt alone. Then there was hope. A girl, an angel, a beacon of pure light in the dark. She subconsciously called to me, reached deep into my soul, unknowingly claiming a part of myself I had let die years ago. I promised I would do whatever it took to be her protector. My promises were unachievable and futile. I will do whatever it takes to find her again. Please note this is a 36,000 word novella, chronicling the lives of Kara and Sloan and the ‘missing’ eight years. It is not a continuation of the present story, and should be read after Fractured and Tormented.

    If in order, it would be #8.5. It is in no way affiliated with J.R. Ward.

    The son his mother is counting on. The one who has to do it all. But he’s a rancher at heart. A cowboy. Spending his days in a corporate office isn’t for him. In fact, the thought that most every day from now on will be spent indoors is depressing.Annie Shipley has worked hard for her credentials. She knows how a ranch should be run – because of her education and her experience. Getting a job at Bolton Farms is the break she hopes will point her career in the upward direction she’s dreamed about for years.When she makes a bold and unsolicited suggestion that brings laughter from the strong male personalities in the board room, she’s sure she’ll be fired. Walking out of the room and away from the decidedly handsome CEO, she wants to melt into the floor. Easy come, easy go.But just as she’s putting the embarrassment behind her, Annie gets a proposal she never expected. As Chad drops the opportunity of a lifetime into her lap, he crosses his fingers she’ll accept. He needs someone like her, in more ways than one.Managing the team to make the changes she’d proposed is going to be a huge challenge. Fully qualified to run the project to bring it through to success is one thing. Being equipped to work hand in hand, day in and day out, with her boss is another. It’s inappropriate for her heart to race when her boss is near no matter how drop dead gorgeous he is. Isn’t it?Getting his ranch on track is what Chad’s working toward. Is it selfish for him to depend on Annie to help him get there? Is there too much going on in their careers to allow them to notice they’re falling in love?

    This book is about the girls whose lives were ruined by me. I want to write about my story, for it’s the only way to be immortal. I want you to feel the pleasure of falling in love. The lust, the passion, the desire, and the craving that turns into an unhealthy addiction. And I want you also to feel the pain of losing someone, the ache, the agony, the bitterness, and the grief that cripples your soul forever. This is for everyone. The forgotten souls buried under the melancholy of the past. Yes, I will show you how much you hurt me, I will write. This is what my heart holds for you; half pleasure, half pain.