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.

"You'd be wise to tell me the truth. Which racer would the Circuit rather see dead?" "Redline." --- The Circuit is the top name in underground car racing - an elite, globally connected syndicate operating secretly beneath multiple polished fronts. Each season, it attracts blacklisted professional racers, unknown talents, and secret donors who are all chasing high-stake wins on illegal, unpredictable tracks. With a new season approaching, the racing world remains unsettled by the shocking conclusion to last year's run - and the role Harry Styles played in it. Known as Redline, his reputation was built on unmatched speed and precision. But a collision at the final race ended his most recent season just short of the win, and rumors suggest he hasn't quite recovered. Still, his brand can't afford to disappear. If he can't race, Redline still has to. He needs a ghost driver; someone who can match his skill, win under his name, and navigate the pressure the Circuit demands. Val has several lurking issues of her own. As a getaway driver for organized criminals, her life depends on speed, discretion, and skill. When she betrays a top client, she needs a way out - and fast. Unbeknownst to her, an offer is already lingering nearby. Deals are made. Obstacles lurk in each city. And two stubborn individuals must work together to ensure that Redline finishes this next season on top.

What if the world you entered was never meant for someone like you? A place where safety fades and darkness is the only path left to follow. You find yourself adrift, lost and out of place in a harsh and unfamiliar world - drifting away from safety and certainty into shadows where identity dissolves and the known slips quietly away. As the darkness tightens its grip, you become someone changed, unrecognizable... or perhaps, someone you were always meant to become.

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."

"Ria Romano. Italian detective but moved to London for..." Harry smirked as he read the next line, "Exciting opportunities. Excellent at what she does, has never failed an undercover assignment..." I gulp. His voice was deep, menacingly calm. "Harry-" "Do you know what I do when I have a problem, Ria?" Harry looks at me, eyes empty. "Answer me." "You..." my eyes meet the floor. But not for long before cold fingers are grasping my chin and tilting me up a fraction, forcing me to look at him as I finished my sentence. "You eliminate them." Harry smirks darkly, giving my jaw a gentle squeeze, "Bingo." "I'm not making it out of here anytime soon, am I?" He remains still, and the second he pulls the gun out of his jacket, I was forced into accepting my fate. "Oh, baby," he feigns a sad expression, angling his head to the side, "You seriously don't think you're making it out of here alive, do you?" And that was the moment I realised that they were right. Harry Styles truly was the devil in disguise. // Ria Romano is one of London's youngest detectives, her work in the Organised Crime Directorate blurring the line between truth and disguise. When she's sent undercover to The Halcyon Estate to investigate its elusive owner, Harry Styles, her mission takes her from the glittering halls of London to the shadows of Italy-where temptation and danger walk hand in hand. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT. READ WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING. 18++

Alouette's hand clenches around the letter opener. The two guards at the other end of the room step forward, ready to intervene, but Harry halts them with a raise of his hand. "Don't worry." His eyes bore into Alouette's from above, and a sardonic smile curves his lips. "She won't do it." • • • The world Alouette has traded her life for is made of lies. The secret organisation that constitutes her father's legacy has fallen apart, her friend has been keeping himself locked in his room for days and refuses to talk to her, and the man she risked it all to save has taken her trust and repaid her with the ashes of her past. Worst of all, her sister is missing. Stuck in the Palace, Alouette is reeling. Between the guilt waiting to consume her, the secrets lurking around the corner, and the verses in her father's handwriting hidden in mysterious books, she doesn't know where to turn. As if it wasn't enough, the shadows of Northfair are rising, threatening to take over the little she has left. She needs to take action - but who can she trust? [BOOK TWO - read Interlude first]

✧ Being the younger of the three, Beatrix sometimes enjoyed life, but she also sometimes didn't. It depended on the day, what was happening during it, who it was going to be spent with. Nine times out of ten it was only spent with one other family, seeing as her dad was the president of the Filthy Freaks MC. She both loved and hated that. Growing up with them was one thing. Sure, they had all built great memories as children, being surrounded by so many people, but everything was amazing when you were a kid, so that didn't really count anymore. Though things changed as Beatrix grew up. It wasn't easy being the daughter of a feared man. Beatrix had dreams of her own that she wanted to fulfil. Somewhere along the way she could have sworn most people had overlooked the moment she'd grown up. But things felt different as her mid twenties loomed closer, they felt different for her at least. Still though, it seemed she could never quite shake the bubble she had been placed in. But so what, right? She was going out into the world, chasing after what she wanted. What her family didn't know simply wouldn't hurt them. But if one more person looked at her in fear of being the daughter of one hell of a scary man, she thought she might truly go insane. She was tired of being known as Little Bea, for god's sake, she was just Bea. Or B. Or Trix, but only Harry called her that. Even though he wouldn't go near her, not even with a ten foot pole between them. Plus, much to her dismay, he didn't look at her like that. Not her. Not in that way. In all of its truth, she was totally, horrifyingly, off limits. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.