Maryana hat Harry eine ganze Menge zu verdanken. Er hat der Autorin nicht nur den größten Auftrag ihrer noch jungen Karriere beschert, sondern ihr letztendlich auch die Augen geöffnet und auf unkonventionelle Art und Weise dafür gesorgt, dass sie vor der Öffentlichkeit nicht ihr Gesicht verliert. Aber wie erfolgreich...
Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [w...
"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...
"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin
"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
»Weiß dein Herz eigentlich, was deine Hände tun?« Harrys Blick war ebenso bohrend wie seine Frage, die Maryana in diesem Moment vollends ins Chaos stürzte. »Ich wünschte, du wärst mit deinen gesprochenen Worten nur einmal genauso ehrlich wie in deinen Büchern.« _________ Als Maryana von ihrem Verleger erfährt, dass si...
