"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.

a BURNING love story ❤️🔥

(UNDER HEAVY EDITTING) "Why?" He reaffirms. "Because I'm fucking crazy about you. The sole purpose of my existence is because of you. Every beat of my heart, every breath, every thought, it's all because of you, sweetheart. You have an authority over me that no other fucking person has. You own me, Wren." He continues, his voice unadulterated and a menacing undertone is undisguised. His eyes that are piercing are now filled with a monstrous intensity that could rival Satan himself. "No one else will. No one else could. You think I got this because it's some impulsive and romantic gesture? Fuck no." He snaps, locking his fingers around my wrist in a tight grip, keeping my palm binded to his inked skin. "I did it because you need to know and feel that nothing in this fucked-up world, or any other, is ever going to take me away from you and contrariwise." ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Wren Astor. London's top forensic psychologist - brilliant, composed, and carrying a mountain of tumultuous baggage. She battles ghosts from her past and the gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Her façade is flawless, impenetrable, and built to last. Harry Styles. A man with a moral compass that barely flickers. He has lived his whole life submerged in violence and blood - and he has no intention of coming up for air. That's where he thrives. His obsession with Wren began the moment she tried to lock him away in a prison cell, hoping he'd rot - that his pitch-black soul would wither and beg for mercy. But Harry has other plans for Wren... Please note that is completely fictitious and the real-life figures have absolutely no correspondence to the characters in the story. Viewer's discretion is highly advised. This story deals with extremely sensitive and dark topics that SHOULD NOT be brushed off as lightly. Please take care of yourself and always seek help if necessary.

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

Twenty something corporate analyst, Rhona, struggles to feel love beyond an intimacy level. When she meets her new bosses stepson, Harry, they engage in a secret relationship with one rule - no feelings, just sex. But will Rhona's past and Harry's persistence jeopardise their simple arrangement. Copyright 01/01/2023

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish. He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?" My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do." He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?" // Harry Styles is a trained killer working for one of the most dangerous gangs in the country. His work is flawless, precise, silent, and merciless. He leaves no evidence, no hesitation, and absolutely no room for error. He's dedicated, disciplined, and untouchable - until he meets her. Ruby is the very essence of innocence. A girl with a heart that flutters and a soul that shines like summer daisies. Sweet as a dove, delicate as light. But innocence doesn't mean ignorance, and curiosity can be a fatal thing. Especially when it draws her into the arms of a man who moves like sin and smiles like salvation. They met in the woods, but it was under flickering neon lights and the hum of danger that they truly collided. Ruby doesn't know what Harry is. Not at first. Not when his hands are on her skin, not when her lips are tangled with his, not when her body is learning his like a secret language. She falls into him recklessly, blind to the blood on his hands. But when she uncovers the truth, and the blood he leaves behind, it's already too late. She's seen too much. She knows too much. And in their world, that kind of knowledge comes with only two options: join them or disappear. Forever. The world isn't just dark. It's vile. /// *Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."

CINEMA: noun // The production of movies as an art or industry. Rory Fraser is a 25 year old single mom and a film student at the University of Southern California. Half way through the fall semester, she gets the opportunity of a lifetime. Getting to help direct a movie, starring the one and only Harry Styles.

I lowered myself to my knees, biting my lip softly as I felt him walk up behind me. He brought his arm around me, his hand wrapping around the left side of my jawline, moving against it to the right. It took everything in me not to bite his arm as it passed in front of me. He stopped his hand right under my chin, his thumb pressing softly on my lower lip until my mouth hung open slightly. "Suck it." He said, his voice thick with lust. I took his thumb in my mouth, sucking it softly. With his other hand, he brought my face back against him, wrapping it tightly around my neck, "Good girl." He said, his green eyes barring down at me. His shirt hung open, the dark ink engraving his body illuminated by the small light in the room. His butterfly tattoo moving with his breath. "You remember the safe word?" He said sternly, and I nodded. "I need to hear you." He said, the grip around my neck slightly tighter. I released his thumb from my mouth, licking my lips, "Yes, sir." He smirked at me, his dimples devilishly appearing on his face as he bent down and kissed me deeply. - Harry Styles walks into an LA bar when Carolina Townes instantly captures his eye. From her sassy smug personality, to her free spirit, he becomes completely enamored. But can he grow past his dark ways, to fully appreciate her the way she wants to be. STORY WILL CONTAIN: Sexual content and drugs.