𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 What happens when Harry Styles shows up at the house of a previous one night stand, seconds away from death. ❀❀❀❀ Harry Styles was the best at his job, so good that he thought that he would never miss the target. However, when an important mission goes wrong and his world collapses, he shows up at the house of a previous one-night stand seeking refuge. Madeleine Henderson pretends to be as normal as she can be but the secrets she tries to keep tame says otherwise. Broken laws, faked her kidnapping, and escaped from a mental facility, she thought hiding a possible criminal in her apartment was another to add to her list. The moment Harry met Madeleine, they both started playing with fire. The consequences of getting burnt were blurred by desire and lust. How long can the fire keep burning when dark secrets arise? How far were they willing to go to keep those lines blurred? *Includes mature content, please read warnings* Started: March 30th, 2021 Finished: March 15th, 2022

"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

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

Valentina, daughter of an Italian mafia leader sent out to be protected by Styles, a tenacious and irritable twenty-six year old, riddled with past demons and anger issues. Watch the truth unveil, all the while dealing with a love triangle, mood swings and toxicity. - started: JUN, 11, 2018 - finished: OCT, 29, 2018 - [This story and it's sequels are being highly edited] I do not condone violent/toxic relationships, this is mere fiction.

[COMPLETED] trep·i·da·tion a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen. *** "You'll see the truth one day." I whispered against his harsh lips knowing this was wrong. The sensation was driving me insane, his warm breath panning over my lips. I needed this "Maybe I don't want the truth." His voice rough and his grip around my neck tightened. "Enough of your games, I've had it, now you listen to me or you walk away." *** Indiana Sommers isn't your normal working woman, she's capable of much more than the average human and she isn't afraid to show it. Working for Cruel Blood, one of the top mafias, she is being sent on an eight month job. Working with their competing mafia, Black Streak, Indiana must pose and work for the hit band "Trepidation". She must do her job, and do anything to complete it. No matter who or what gets in the way. When she is involved with Harry Styles everything changes. He is just as dangerous as her How is she supposed to complete her job? Trepidation is all Indiana can feel. *MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* DARK FIC//KINKS//SUBSTANCE ABUSE DECEMBER 2020 - AUGUST 2021

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.

Larry one shots All will have happy endings. I'm always open to requests wither comment them on the request page or message me not a lot of stuff is off limits, really only a death where one of them dies is off limits because I wouldn't be able to write it I WILL PUT (TW'S) BEFORE THE ONE SHOTS

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

Hired Gun /ˈhʌɪə ɡʌn/ noun NORTH AMERICAN (informal) a hired bodyguard, mercenary, or assassin.