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.

The prince was born in his mother's lavish rooms three days before I emerged on the dingy floor of the ale house. He's a royal . . . she isn't. But the secret friendship that began in childhood grows into something much deeper -- and much more dangerous. Harry Styles and original character. Rated Mature for graphic sexual content. Some chapters may have difficult content. Historical accuracy is dubious at best. Just having some sexy fun. trust the spark.

A story in which a conflicted woman with a troubling secret whose only desire is too make it in the world struggles to let herself grant a famous man the only devotion he craves. --- If I could fly I'd be comin' right back home to you I think I might Give up everything, just ask me to --- © All Rights Reserved Soft Harry FanFiction Read At Your Own Risk Enjoy Angels!

*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

Some stories aren't just about love. They're about life. They move you in a way you can't recover from. They bring you out from under the covers, open your eyes to the world. This is the story of Harry and Samira. One is bold, the other vulnerable. One is trying to move forward, the other is caught in the past. Amidst all their difference, they form a connection like no other. But time doesn't freeze. So they move forward, each healing in a unique way as they embark on a journey full of discovery, faith, and heartbreak. Here's to life beyond the covers. Started: 10/12/19 Ended: 10/6/22 female lead is a south asian muslim. (this story is still for everyone to read.) Cover by @zinbobb