𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔: the god of beauty and desire. a man so ethereal, so endlessly godlike, endearing and enthralling it wasn't a wonder how he did what he did or got away with what he did. C.W: contains sexual and violent content. 18+. Started: January 2021. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

Following the shocking news of the death of Cindy Hamilton, the fiancée of singer and actor Harry Styles, global attention focused on him. At the time he was seen on the brink of widowhood, grappling with the task of learning to navigate his days and nights without his future wife. Fast forward to the present, where he returns to music after a three-year hiatus. However, for Aubrey Sparks, an FBI agent, reality seems to take on a different shade. Due to a series of events, the case is forced to reopen, and it is then that she finds herself immersed in a situation of which she is unsure whether she will be able to break free. Or worse yet, whether she will survive. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THIS STORY CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

-completed- His breath tampered on my neck as he backed me into a corner. "Look at me." he demands in a disturbingly-menacingly-calm tone. I couldn't. He wants to hurt me. He wants me dead. I felt his paradoxically gentle, soft hand grip my chin, lifting my head up. "If you want to keep that pretty little head of yours," he mutters. "then I'd suggest you fucking listen to what I say, darling." . Charlotte Thompson seeks thrill and adventure. She yearns for a change from her boring, average life. But what could happen when she searches too far? Perhaps a run in with a passionate green eyed, curly haired criminal and part time musician with a deceivingly innocent smile who flips her life around. Maybe he was the thrill she needed. - THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT!!! YOUVE BEEN WARNED!

In which two ex-best friends, Harry Styles and Marlowe Finch, reunite after almost 5 years. Harry realizes Marlowe's on her way to living the dream they had always yearned for, and Marlowe comes to the conclusion that Harry's more lost than she ever thought he could be.

"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.

MALEFACTOR (n): one who commits an offense against the law. Camden Muñoz has one self-proclaimed fatal flaw: the moment she gets an idea in her head, she has to follow through with it. Against her better judgment, she's always stuck by this notion. But when these thoughts lead to her committing what she imagined would be a one-and-done robbery, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous man in an impossible situation. // Time, I've learned, is a very finicky thing. Sometimes, seconds feel like minutes while minutes can feel like seconds. Time as a construct makes no comprehensible sense at certain points, the intangibility of it all making your existence as a human seem baffling to understand. As I blink, I become aware of the gun in my outstretched hand pointing directly at the head of the man standing behind the register in the liquor store. I'm not sure how I got inside or when. One second I was standing outside with Harry, my feet hitting the sidewalk as I emerged from the alley, and the next, I'm here. Playing God in a moment that no mortal being should ever be able to do. "Open the register or I'll blow your fucking brains out." The same words that Harry spit at me almost a week ago come flying back out. He's standing beside me, an inch back with his own gun out and cocked at the man. A rush of adrenaline surges through me, my lips curling upward momentarily as the words finish leaving. Power. That's what I feel at this moment. // MATURE CONTENT 18+

"Use your big girl words. Do I scare you, my Vixen?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Metallic masks with slits at the mouth. All black attire. Vicious attacks. Meet Faceless. A violent gang that believes they are helping the world. Ridding it of its evil. Making it a better place. Stripper poles. Wads of money. Glittery high heels with fringe. Meet Valerie. A sultry stripper who works in the city that never sleeps. What happens when these two things come together? And how much longer could she keep running from her past until it catches up to her? 18+ MATURE CONTENT

Childhood friendships are the ones we always savour yet the hardest to keep. The same was said for Elowyn Sullivan and Harry Styles, next-door neighbours and best friends, growing up surrounded by the other - until one left to pursue their dreams in an industry incredibly hard to get into, leaving the other behind. A decade passes, they're older and living their lives, no longer thinking of one another every day, until Elowyn sees her former best friend is back in their hometown for the debut show of his next upcoming tour dubbed 'Love On Tour' "I loved you back then, I love you now and I'll love you forever - we're soulmates Winnie."

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

[ COMPLETED ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!