SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River. A girl utterly oblivious to his way of the world with a curious heart determined to understand the extent of his nefarious ways. River comes to realize that Harry is hiding something much deeper than ever expected, only once those secrets are ultimately revealed, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

"You're too good for me Sunshine." His voice deep and low as he whispers just enough for me to hear into my ear. "I'm not, I can be just as bad as you." My voice wretched in my own ears and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. He leans closer to my face now, his pupils taking up nearly his entire iris and he looks down at me with a malicious smile. We both knew I would never be as bad as him. His fingers reaching out just slightly and skimming across the soft skin of my neck and retreating just as I shudder under his touch. Harry smirks knowingly, "You're sounding desperate now Jules.. can you tempt me?" He leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out patting his lap almost calling for me now. "I- I can try." My voice wavers through my own ears and I know I'll regret this in the morning. Before I could move Harry's sitting up with quick movements and grabbing at my jaw pulling me directly between his legs. "My sunshine, my temptress you are." Juliet Flores was not expecting college to be filled with complete and utter chaos, she was running from the skeletons in her own closet... now how did she end up dancing with the ones in Harry's. Hate is a strong word... not strong enough to describe the relationship between the two though, not strong at all. //Trepidation; a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.// CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT #20 in Dark Harry #4 in Dramatic Started April 1st 2021

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.

I think she said I'm having your baby.... and it's none of your business. BOOK THREE TO STYLIST!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READY STYLIST I SUGGEST YOU GO BACK AND READDDDD!

"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

The story of Harry and Cherry continues and changes all together. (Do not read if you haven't read ALL of Cherry) Theo is soft spoken. He stays in his corner. He writes melodies but never lyrics. He thinks about colors. And he dreams about her... but he's more like his father than he can see. Violet isn't shy. She's never been one to step down from a challenge. She's the life of the party. Alex is her counterpart in that and despite the constant war between her and her mother their stories are far more similar than Violet cares to see. The two parents have never been so lost and found all at once, and with the help from all their friends... Hopefully they can sort out their new beginning.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*