When Lola gets chased through one of New York's finest real estates , she finally reaches safety. However, the door in which she stumbled through happened to belong to one of the richest men in New York. In return for hiding her from the Police, the Billionaire composes a deal, a deal that changed lolas life forever... Warning: Sexual content and other mature topics. I will warn you at the beginning of each chapter, so you can skip it if these subjects make you feel uncomfortable . completed, with minor adjustments continuously... Not accepting translations xx

"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine. For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected. "N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows while fiddling with my fingers as we walked down the empty church halls. My response only made his smirk grow before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my steps to a complete stop. Before I could question his actions, he pressed my back against the wall right beside us with slight aggression and brought his hips close to mine- his face now completely serious. My breath hitched and I began to feel an unfamiliar shock of sensation in between my legs as I felt something in his jeans growing against my thigh. What is happening? I watched his emerald eyes darkened right before me as he swiped his pink tongue across his cherry pigmented lips, lightly wetting them with his saliva. My eyes remained widened by the shockwave he had my body under, watching his every move and awaiting his response. Finally, his famous smirk slowly curled upon his lips once more while simultaneously leaning in and breaking the smallest gap between us until the tip of our noses brushed against each other. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the amount of chills that were forming on my body for this man. Six words eventually escaped his mouth that caused my knees to buckle. "Baby, we were born to sin." . . . **CURRENTLY REVISING FIRST FEW CHAPTERS** CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT- VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED All Rights Reserved to @Dstylesx Started: August 29, 2020

When seventeen year old Harry moves to a new town, he enters a photography contest where he gets more then just pictures and a story when he choses his complex neighbor as his subject. Started: OCT 2014 WARNING: explicit language, & sexual content

"Sometimes the things that start off great end BAD.. ..and sometimes the things that start wrong, end WORSE." Started: OCT. 24th 2014 WARNING: explicit language & sexual content.

Illicit: forbidden by law, rules or custom. 17 year old law student Jessica Walsh meets Harry Styles in the most unusual situation you could possibly imagine. At the time, whilst Jess is focusing all her attention on trying to achieve the best grades she can to get into university, Harry and his friends are facing a possible prison sentence for arson. When the pair cross paths during the last week of summer break it doesn't exactly go swimmingly and the two opposites don't get along at all. Despite living in the same small town for years, they'd never met before, but after the first time they somehow seem to end up in the same place at the same time more often than not. They say opposites attract, but if you play with fire you're bound to get burned. Highest ranking: #74 in Fanfiction #1 in #onedirectionfanfic #1 in #harrystylesfanfic #2 in #harrystyles [Harry Styles/One Direction AU] [COMPLETED]

But I know I can't be that for him. Because every time he looks at me, I'm never gonna be home for him. I'll always be someone who reminds him of what he did. And to make sure I don't do that, I have to leave. As long as he no longer feels guilty and have to carry the burden, I'll pretend as if everything was a dream. After today, this was all nothing but a good dream. Nothing but a good, happy dream.

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

𝗦𝗼 𝗜 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖- 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙) 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙