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Louis is a leader of a gang. Harry is the son of Desmond styles a very successful business man. Louis needs money. Harry's got it. Louis kidnaps Harry. ___ description very bland and straight to the point only because I want to start on writing so don't give up on the story because it's awful description. stay tuned

[Complete] "The only thing keeping you alive.. is that blindfold wrapped around your eyes." Louis agrees to house-sit for his parents during their weekend getaway, making him the perfect target for a group of thieves. dark!harry || hostage!louis

[Complete] When a dangerous criminal comes across a lone house in the woods, he figures it's the perfect place to hide out for the night. Only to find out it isn't lone after all.. criminal!louis || hostage!harry

[Complete] The plan was simple. Raid the Prince's ship, hold him for ransom. but nothing is ever simple.. prince!harry || pirate!louis

[DISCONTINUED] (for now) After giving up on finding a place to stay after being accepted into WSU, Ariana resorts to living with her older brother Noah- Vice President of the Kappa Sigma Gamma (KΣΓ) fraternity. Already not very excited of the thought of living in a fraternity, Noah failed to mention she'll be living in a house with 30 or so men... one of which was the mysterious, bad boy player known as Harry Styles. Highest rankings: #1 in harryedwardstyles #1 in harrystyles

"I don't need all five senses to see your beauty." When Harry is shown how to love without physically being able to see it. [Harry Styles short story]

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

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