(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷

*MATURE CONTENT* Harry Styles is currently the most well-known celebrity in the music industry, just finishing his first solo tour in 2018, trying to cope with the sudden silence that has accompanied his time off to write his second album. Andrea Wilson is just like any other normal resident living in Los Angeles. Working day in and day out, as a nurse, at the hospital with her best friends in the oftentimes cutthroat and competitive environment. After a drunken songwriting session, Harry's visit to the emergency room takes an interesting turn after meeting the nurse assigned to his case. Neither of them thought they would ever see each other again after their first introduction, but despite Harry's cocky attitude and Andrea's new, play-it-safe outlook on life, their relationship evolves into more than just patient and nurse. Even with having significantly different lifestyles, neither of them can seem to resist their attraction to each other after their friendship sparks and continues to grow. But will their troubled pasts and hidden secrets get in the way of being able to become more?

Underneath a sky scattered with stars, there's a story waiting to be told-a story of love, loss, and the strength it takes to find oneself. Julia didn't expect her world to shift when she opened the doors of her mother's flower shop one ordinary morning. Harry didn't expect to find solace in a small Italian town, far from the flashing lights of fame. But life has a way of bringing people together when they need it most, even if the journey is messy, complicated, and anything but perfect. This is a tale of finding beauty in the broken pieces, of daring to chase dreams, and of love that feels as vast and untouchable as the stars. Welcome to their story. COVER BY MY FAV: @LIVVSSTARS

Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. Warning: smut, daddy kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual) COMPLETED

In which our golden girl of Le Rêveur strip club meets with a mysterious new client. C.W: contains coarse language and VERY NSFW sexual content. 18+. Started: April 2021 Completed: September 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

Ally and Harry, two complete opposites. What happens when you put the most popular girl in school and her tutor together? A short story about what happens when two people from different social standings come together for more than just a late night study session. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

***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."