Odd... Some people write love letters on paper... Not skin.

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

Anna Taylor. The spoiled princess of the underworld. Harry Styles. The hired bodyguard to keep the youngest Taylor protected from the only world she's ever known. The Taylors are known for their corrupted clubs and the dark things that happen in them. They're known to the overprotective of the youngest Taylor and have a way of making people disappear without a trace. Secrets will be unveiled, and loyalty will be tested. If Anna Taylor knows anything, it's how to get what she wants, even if Harry pretends that he doesn't burn with jealously each time she touches another man in front of him.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

Laila never could've predicted she would be kidnapped by the worldwide well known boxer Harry Styles, but somehow, she was. Little did she know, he had a dark past, and always got what he wanted. "Everybody wants to take you home tonight, but I'm gonna find a way to make you mine."

[stopped] Fear takes over me and I jump up from the bench and walk away, gaining speed. The footsteps get louder and louder, catching up. My throat runs dry and my mind wanders at the possibilities. I take a sharp turn into an alley stumbling a bit, but not stopping. The footsteps don't stop behind me. I slow down seeing a tall steel fence gate infront of me. Without another thought i start climbing it. I dont get too far before I am yanked down by my foot. I panic and let out a loud shriek. Hoping somebody would come out and help. Who am i kidding, it's the middle of the night and i've never really had the best hand at luck. A hand covers my mouth, stopping me from screaming further. The other man firmly holds my hands behind my back. I dont stop trying to get out of the man's hold. The other man takes his hand away from my mouth but is replaced with a cloth drenched in what i think is chloroform. My thoughts are confirmed as my movements slow down and i lose control over them. My eyes begin to droop and my vision blurs before everything turns black and I pass out. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Three words. Ten letters. One sentence. The instant he said it, there was no turning back. No escaping my fate. I was once warned about the power of words and their ability to change people. If only I had known. One sentence out of those perfect lips: "You are mine."

In a setting where the past meets the future, technology and way of living has completely destroyed the world, forcing everyone to turn back to old ways to try and preserve the Earth. Women are dressed elegantly again, and the usual hustle and bustle of cars throughout the streets has been replaced with the charm of horse-drawn carriages. Everything appears to be perfect, except for one thing... The Styles Gang. For as long as she could remember, Melody had been warned about the infamous Styles Gang and their deadly reputation. Whispers of officers meeting their end at the hands of these ruthless criminals, along with tales of kidnappings and daring bank robberies, send shockwaves of fear throughout the land. Instead of fearing the stories she had heard, Melody felt captivated by the enigmatic young men, secretly chronicling her thoughts and experiences in a diary that she hid from all. Her strong willed, fearless and adventurous spirit had always left her unafraid of the gang's notorious reputation. However, this fearless and adventurous personality may just cause her to come face to face with one of the most dangerous and sought-after men alive. Harry Styles.

"You aren't going anywhere love. You're staying with me." Those were the words that would end up haunting her life. Emily Ashford was a free spirit once, free to live her own life. She was a feisty, firey type of girl, not afraid of life or anything that stood in her way. But one being changed all that. Harry Styles. Harry was a violent type of man, dark and mysterious. He wanted to be loved by someone, so he 'borrowed' an innocent girl. Which is where Emily came in. The thing was, Harry wasn't giving her back and kept her. Leaving her trapped.

Devil's Due: To acknowledge the positive qualities of a person who is unpleasant or disliked. Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*