[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] ** Reader's discretion advised (18+) Smut chapters are indicated with an (*) - Excerpt chapter 3 - I had been dreaming about her all week, and now she was for sure not going to leave my brain. I had been fucking my fist every night to get rid of the image of her on her knees in front of me after I saw her biting down on that pencil at the bar on Monday. So flirty and dirty, yet so innocent. While the thought excited me, to be with someone without experience, I'd never act upon it. I was definitely rough in bed, and I had a lot of kinks and didn't know how to be soft. I'd completely ruin her. But then again, maybe she'd let me. Maybe she'd like it. ** Started: October 2021 ** Finished: December 2021

~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~ Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are only made worse when his conservative, opinionated and by the book parents decide to come to town for the month. Harry must figure out a way to convince them that his son has a mother figure and he is in a stable relationship. Struggling single mother of twins, Sunday Jones, finds herself unable to say no to his offer... Playing the role of Harry's wife for a month in return for Harry to buy her a small place for her and her little girls. The only problem is, Sunday's contagious optimism annoys Harry and she can't stand his grumpy facade. Lies, loyalties, liberation and love. Will they make it to the end of the game?

'You are going to help me acquire something very valuable,' he spoke close to my ear, his breath fanning down my neck. I looked up at the paintings in front of us, all worth millions of pounds, and then at the spot on the wall where one was missing. The knowledge of what had happened to it was giving me the adrenaline I needed to allow myself to be so close to his presence. 'Why are you trusting me with this?' I asked, turning my head slightly to face him. His green eyes met mine, a small smile turning at the corners of his lips. The room was silent as tourists filtered through the gallery, each one taking their time to focus on the artwork before them. This was a crazy proposition. I'd never been the type to run towards crazy. 'Well, you haven't told anyone yet have you? And I suspect you're seeking a little adventure.' * Atlas Hall has played it safe her whole life. Harry Styles lives for the thrill of it all. When she's recruited by the mysterious stranger, adventure awaits.

"So you don't believe in god, hell and things like that?" I ask as I raise the toothpick to my mouth and take the olives off it with my lips. Harry looks at my lips then a barely visible small smile appears on his face. "No." "Then what do you believe in? What do you think?" I'm really curious now. "We are all sinners sent to earth to be forgiven." He says and his words cut deep. I don't say anything to that, but I stand up with my glass and walk to the railing, looking down at the stage I think about what he said. "And what if we can't be forgiven?" I try to see through the course of his thought. A few moments after my question, still watching the stage,I feel Harry step behind me. "We get a punishment. Which means you did something really bad." He says quietly, then puts his hand on my throat from behind my back. I could smell his whiskey-scented breath and I had goosebumps as I felt the cold rings on my throat. "Cause I am the worst punishment, baby." // Ashley Brown thought her life was in ruins. After years of torment, one night she will be too curious. Hell actually started there but so did heaven. For the first time in her life, the picture comes together. She realizes that everything makes sense and that there is a bigger picture than she thought. The only question is now, is this a good thing? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @lifewithava1d CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ADDICTION / RELATIONSHIP-DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ SEXUAL CONTENT

𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔: the god of beauty and desire. a man so ethereal, so endlessly godlike, endearing and enthralling it wasn't a wonder how he did what he did or got away with what he did. C.W: contains sexual and violent content. 18+. Started: January 2021. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

!!Story contains mature and explicit content!! ************* Deliverance- The action of being rescued or set free. Grey Monroe is given 60 days to pay back her debts. 60 days to free the only family she has. Desperately she turns to the quickest cash she knows; an underground gambling tournament. Harry Styles is constantly searching for the next cash grab. When he stumbles upon an underground gambling tournament, he knows he's found his newest scheme. That is until his path crosses with Grey. Despite their desperation to keep business and pleasure separate, they find themselves entangled with one another. A story of love, pain, tragedy, discovery, and deliverance. Book Started- April 5th, 2021

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing