"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill

We grew up side by side - me, Jax Teller, and Opie Winston. Late nights sneaking out, hiding from the world, daring each other to dream bigger than Charming. But I left, chasing a future in Texas and running straight into the arms of the wrong kind of outlaw. Years later, broken and looking for home, I pull into Teller-Morrow in my dad's Chevelle... and the boy I used to lean on is a man now. A man I swore I'd never fall for. A man who might burn my whole world down.

Julianna Winston returns to Charming after four years away from her friends and family. What happens when she returns to her old lifestyle? I own my own characters.

WARNING::: This story has strong R rated language, sexual scenes, and violence. Reader discretion is advised Highest Rank #1 in Star Wars on 12/6/20 *** Summary: "This is a test. You will not fail." I bowed, "Yes my lord." She was neither the First order, nor a Jedi. She was a Sith Lord. She carried a light saber, and wore a mask. She was strong with the Force, and she was the most feared assassin in all of the galaxies. *** Kylo Ren had heard stories, about an assassin whom carried a saber. Who had destroyed villages upon villages of civilians. He wanted him dead. Of course what he didn't know was that HIM was actually a HER. And that was his biggest weakness. *** •You do not have to know anything about Star Wars to read this story, enjoy!•

After the extinction of the Jedi, The First Order were on the hunt for the few remaining individuals who have the force still living within them. After finding only 6 remaining individuals, they seize the younglings and create a project called 'Destiny,' raising the men to advance in the dark side, and the women as a weapon of reproduction for future generations of Sith. Years on, when the oldest girl of Project Destiny comes of age, Supreme Leader Snoke assigns her to his new apprentice, Kylo Ren, in attempts to create the first life born under the dark side. Six is your only name and you were always told that love was incredibly powerful, but destiny was unstoppable. Though, you never expected destiny to lead you into the cruel, Kylo Ren's warm and suffocating embrace. → Completed. → Reader!Insert (Without the Y/N.) → Erotic / Smut Included. → A Kylo Ren FanFiction. → @Art_decographics

raena nhagy is a survivor. STAR WARS © stxrmborn COMPLETED Awarded as Best Kylo Ren Fanfic

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

Sentry ('sen-trē): a person or group that watches over someone or something. ▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣ In which Harry Styles is hired to watch over Christoph Beckett's daughter, Naomi, after the sudden passing of his wife, Delia. Harry thinks he's signed up for solely the role of Naomi's bodyguard, but as more time goes on, Naomi approaches him with an additional offer of her own. It's one Harry knows he should resist at all costs, but in the end, he can't help but give in.

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished: