When Viv starts working for her father's illegal organisation six months after her mother went missing, he prepares a mission for her to find her. For the plan to be as steady as possible, he brings in a few gentlemen to join her as they travel through different cities in hope to succeed finding any clues as to where Viv's mother might be. From late nights they take too far, to drinks and drugs with the doors locked, to getting dangerous clues that brings them closer to find the missing piece to Viv's happiness, she finds herself starting to care less about her mother and more about the boy who's full of surprises that she somehow ends up spending awfully much time with. That can't be good.

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?"

He's the agent that's supposed to get her to turn against her own husband. She's the abused wife of a man with too many secrets. Will they find their way through a web of lies and deceit? Mature and explicit content.

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

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

A book about money, cars, and secrets. In the shadows of Los Angeles, where the roar of engines hides secrets darker than midnight, Harry Styles rules the underground street racing scene - fast, ruthless, and untouchable. Kiera Reeves is of high status. A symbol of Los Angeles with everything to lose, drawn into a world she's sworn to destroy. She's not a racer. She doesn't play by the rules. But to find the truth, she'll have to ride dirty.

She was the girl - vintage fur coat, gold sunglasses, a drink in one hand and destruction in the other. Inez Monroe doesn't chase fame. She was born into it. French model, tabloid obsession, and the kind of party girl who dances barefoot on yachts and never texts back. She's chaos in red lipstick - and Harry notices her the second she walks into that New York afterparty. She leaves before he can speak to her. But when he sees her again - glitter-smeared, high, laughing with someone who doesn't deserve her - he steps in. He doesn't know it yet, but that night will change everything. Before the solo music. Before the headlines. Before the heartbreak. She becomes his muse. He becomes her escape. What starts as desire spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous to feel. Love - in hotel rooms, in lyrics, in late-night corner shops and quiet journal pages - until the world pulls them apart. Years later, he's the biggest name in music. And she's the one girl he never forgot.