They call him the Devil. The killer of angels. His name has whispered through the wind for months; kissing his own rumoured red skin in passing. He gives women their wings but soaks them in blood; he wouldn't want them to get away, would he? A short story

This is a collection of randomly inspired fun little numbers involving multiple different AU Niall's. *These stories contain mature and explicit 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

Let's have a glance into Kat and Adrian's life back in the day, shall we? *** "We're kind of like Romeo and Juliet" "I guess we are, only we take other lives instead of our own" "Yeah well... every couple has its quirks" *** (I do not accept translations, sorry x)

A collection of smutty one-shots written by yours truly. They will be a collection of different tropes all featuring Mr Styles himself from AU's, and sometimes other members of One Direction. This is a safe space that isn't okay with shaming of kinks, interests and anything else that may seem 'taboo'. If you don't like it, don't read it. Each chapter will be different so I'm sure there will something for everyone. Stay slutty my friends <3

Guy, gals, and non binary pals, welcome to the circus! An undercover cop posing as a dancer. A criminal living as a circus runaway. A forbidden love blossoming. Will Danica succeed in her first big job? Or will she fall trap to the entrancement of the circus? Jump aboard the tracks, come step inside the tent, pull the curtain back and find out... **** "A lot can happen in a minute, Harry." "Oh yeah?" he teases. I nod, "You can fall in love in a minute. You can break a heart. Change a life. A split second can mean the difference between life and death...A minute is an infinite amount of time when it comes to the fragility of us." It really is. The minute I agreed to do this I changed my life. The minute I showed up here I changed their lives. And in the minute that I leave, I'm going to blow it all up behind me... What the fuck am I doing here? What am I doing with him when it's all only temporary? "Okay," he smiles, completely oblivious to the reality I create around him, "I'll give you a minute." In the same breath, I turn to look back out to the view, wishing this train could leave my old life behind the way it does these tracks. I wouldn't have to worry then. It's all gone so quickly you wouldn't even remember they were there. I wonder if I stepped off the top of this train and hoped for the best...would it all work out, or would I get caught in the mess below? *** (I do not accept translations, sorry x)

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!