"It's not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves." Her smile widens in realization. "Shakespeare?" "Shakespeare." Her contagious smile affects his own lips to plaster the same. • a story about a 26 year old rock star falls in love with his 17 year old lyricist [Written in 2019 - 2020]

Alison Evans is thrilled to start her job as a journalist in the heart of Philadelphia. Her spirit of inquiry leads her to places she's been told not to visit and she finds herself entangled in a web of horror and fear as the truth starts to unravel itself. // "Harry," I manage to whisper. "Happy to see me?" He grins, amused at my delayed realisation that he's standing in front of me. I force myself to look anywhere else but his face, unable to bear looking into his manipulative eyes anymore. No words find their way to the tip of my tongue, so I shake my head. Being in this man's presence is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. "Well.." A small chuckle of mock sympathy escapes him, but it doesn't reach the darkness in his eyes. "I'm not happy to see you either." DARK HARRY. ENEMIES TO LOVERS. CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. STARTED 23 MAY 2021. COMPLETED 17 JULY 2022.

MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT "Have you ever held a heart with your bare hand? No gloves, just sensing the blood dripping through your fingers, feeling the dark, dead muscle barely pulsing against your skin?" "N-no..." "Then stop telling me how to do my job, sweetheart." ---

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] Red Herring (noun): a clue or piece of information which is or is intended to be misleading or distracting. "She's so damn naïve." Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I maybe even feel a little bad doing this to her." Mike smirked back at him, "Awe, look at that... is the sex that good that you're completely whipped for this chick?" "Give me a break." Harry scoffed with an eyeroll and Mike chuckled, "Well, the thing is that she has no idea who you are which gives you a wide range of options." Harry slowly nodded in thought, "That's true. She'll be crushed though, I think she likes me." "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you like her too. Since when do you care?" Mike frowned suspiciously and Harry shook his head, "I don't. Let's go." In which a timid girl with a way-too-big heart gets caught up in business she shouldn't be caught up in. Stella Cameron finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about herself, her family and the world when she gets - literally - tangled up with Harry Styles, who might not be who he claims he is. **Started: January 2022 **Finished: June 2022 Reader's discretion advised.

*STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Phoebe Stone & Harry styles started their lives as childhood friends, blossoming into best friends, now writing HS1. She wrote for the worldwide band, One Direction, all their songs becoming major hits. After the band splitting, what's in it for Harry now that he has to rely on himself? Will he look deep enough into Phoebe's writing, finding out her secret that's been planted in her head for years? Will she take actions into her own hands before he even finds out? Is friendship the line that draws them to not cross the next? Will everything change? RATINGS: #5 - #harryedwardstyles

Brielle Flores was exhausted. Exhausted wasn't even the word anymore. What would be the word for being so overworked, lonely, and horny, all at the same time? Excruciating? Sure, that works. Her job was grueling, but she loved it. She worked hard for it. After years of schooling and months applying to positions she dreamed of, she was offered the opportunity of a lifetime as a lead forensic anthropologist. All of the blood, sweat, and tears to get her masters - so she could work in the field of her dreams - paid off. She packed her entire life up in a week's time and moved across the world to make a home for herself in London. It had been eight months and while she's had the time of her life working at a job she put her entire soul into, she couldn't help but admit that it was lonely sometimes. So what happens when her friends have a suggestion for her to possibly meet someone without having to leave her bed? Is it a terrible idea, or is the inevitable Brit with the deep, soothing voice exactly who she needs?

Touch: verb; to put hands upon, in any way or degree. A collection of one-shots Warning: Very Mature. Contains strong language and sexual content.

darby eden is a lovely mess of words and thoughts. and isn't italy such a wondrous place to be healed? "Only those who love feel this frightened hope, and I never wished to succumb to such a grandiose nightmare." "Per te, mio sole." "Per te, mie stelle." - set after hs1 & fine line - read for hs3 HEAVILY BASED ON MUSIC, BUT ESPECIALLY "GOLDEN" BY HARRY STYLES. TW- mentions of suicide started (started writing without posting yet): 08/20/20 #1 on lilyjames #1 on poem #1 on sunrise #1 on hs3 #2 on mitchrowland #3 on golden #6 on literature

ONGOING, updates are close to frequent as of late When an elite vampire association takes over the covens in London, one particular witch is forced to coexist and be submissive to the impure heathens and their self-proclaimed rights over her and her magic. Brutality, violence, manipulation and death, all factors of the messy equation bestowed upon both sides of this supernatural war. But, like evil and good, the line between love and war tends to get blurred. - Vampire!Harry, face claims more than anything else