When Lizzie Harper thinks her world can't possibly get any more complicated, life proves her wrong by putting Harry in her path. Harry is chaos-the living embodiment of everything that could consume her. What happens when the only refuge you find is also the one thing that can destroy you? *** [ +18 | STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT! READ AT OWN RISK ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @INKEDCHERRY

Eliana Olsson lived a life woven with complexity, her morals firm, and her character forged through trials that shaped her deeply. She believed she understood her world - or at least knew how to navigate it. Then he arrived, his presence like a candle flickering in a still room, casting shadows that stretched and twisted her certainties. He was a riddle, born to test and unravel the foundations of everything she knew and trusted. He carried himself like a fleeting shadow of hesitation, the embodiment of unanswered questions. A conundrum is more than a simple puzzle; it's a delicate interplay between curiosity and uncertainty - a question that defies answers or offers far too many. Eliana soon realized he might destroy everything she had been or free her to become something entirely new. Can life really be more complicated than it already is? . . . . . . . . . She moves to a new city with her family, leaving behind the shadows of a troubled past in search of something better. Together with her mother and younger sister, she strives to piece together a life that feels stable and secure-something they've never truly known. As she focuses on her studies and the pursuit of her dreams, the weight of untold stories and unresolved memories lingers in the background, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Her plan is to keep moving forward, but life and one curly haired boy seem to have their own...ideas. TRIGGER WARNINGS drugs⏐violence⏐suicide⏐ murder⏐mental illness⏐robbery⏐guns⏐vulgar language⏐depression⏐ anxiety⏐trauma⏐ paranoia.

My little shadow, I watch you when you sleep, I haunt you in your dreams and I will surely never let you go. The second I laid my eyes on you I knew I needed to have you...I needed to own you. You're mine, only mine. And I don't like it when people take what's mine. I'll steal for you. I'll kill for you. I'll die for you..., even when it means taking you with me to hell. And here you are so quiet and shy, so helpless and vulnerable, exactly how I want it to be. There's no where to escape little shadow. I'll be watching you. Always. - When you're forced to live in the same house as the devil himself. ·:*¨༺ ♱ ☠︎ ♱ ༻¨*:· #1 IN DARKHARRYSTYLES #1 IN DARKONEDIRECTION ///CONTAINS HIGHLY DISTURBING CONTENT/// ///EXTREME DARK ROMANCE///

𝖳𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾 When her mother goes missing, Viv joins her father's illegal organisation with the intention to retrieve her. With help from a few gentlemen, they travel the country to find rightful clues. But what happens when Viv's vision falls more occupied with one of the boys than to find her own mother? COVER MADE BY @NiallWhoransLeftShoe

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 '𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅'. 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 '𝖵𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺'. 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖫𝗈𝗌 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝐍𝐎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 goal 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍? - 𝝑୧ - "𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎." "𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍." - 𝝑୧ - 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖸 𝖲𝖳𝖸𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝐱 𝖮𝖢 [𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖡𝖸 𝟧𝟨 𝖣𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖮𝖭 𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖬𝖤] "𝖧OW MANY SECRETS CAN YOU KEEP?"

Vivian Matine, an aspiring fashion designer, met new bestfriends when they moved in across the hall from her New York apartment. Harry Styles, the co-founder of Pleasing and an aspiring musician, can't seem to find another muse than his next door neighbor and best friend. Uncertainty, change, that hallway. Liminal. - *this is a friends with benefits plot.* ONGOING and MATURE content. 18+.

Luna lives a quiet, forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles doesn't belong in it. He tells her someone is after her. He doesn't explain who. Or why. Only that she's no longer safe and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden, locked inside a safehouse with him watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, the more the cracks show. The threats don't feel random. The danger doesn't feel external. And Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's involved in. She doesn't know what her family has done. And she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was the reason she needed saving.

"What is going on with you?" He asked. Good question Harry. I don't really know. But all I can think about is the day he left me at the restaurant. The day that I sat in shocked silence because I truly didn't know what I had done to make him leave. And then, this disruption tore through my train of thought. You. Harry Styles. It was you. I never believed in love at first sight. But something sparked that night between us. And maybe it was the burgundy wine that you splash on to me that night that made me constantly think of you in ways that I shouldn't have. Because now when I see that wine stain on that dress every single day, it's like you are haunting my every thought. Or maybe it was the fact that he had just left me and you walked to my table and suddenly- "I'm in love with you." I whispered.

They were perfect. Untouchable. Inseparable. Lavish parties, lake houses, effortless wealth, but behind closed doors, the illusion crumbles. Secrets fester, addiction hides in plain sight, mania spirals dangerously, and love strikes when it's least expected. In a world obsessed with reputation and appearances, perfection is a trap. Sometimes the only way forward is to let the glass break, and hope the light can get in. // Callum Hayes was always the quiet type, never speaking unless necessary. Instead he watches, calculating, controlled, carrying a legacy that was chosen for him long before he could say no. He wore his silence like armour, his shadow as a second skin. But when it came to her, the weight of it all softened, the darkness easing just enough to let the light she carried reach him. Isla Mercer was raised to be perfect. To be kind, to be composed. She was careful, feeling too deeply and thinking too much, carrying other people's expectations like they were her own. She learned how to hold herself together even when everything around her felt fragile. Until he showed her that some people don't want perfection from her, only honesty. // Isla let out a slow breath, her gaze fixed somewhere past him. "Maybe this is how it was always going to go," she muttered. "Maybe I'm just not meant for good things, maybe it's just fate." "I don't believe in fate," he whispered, "I believe in you." // Tropes: -Friends to lovers -Found family -Coming of age -Rich society -He fell first -Quiet yearning -One bed -Slow burn -"It's always been you" -Miscommunication -Absent parents (And so much more) // #1 in friendship goals 11-1-26 #3 in selfdestruction 3-1-26 #4 in ya 9-1-26