occulto; hidden, secret, concealed. // Harry and Elaina cheated death. They were separated for their protection, hidden and tucked away where they couldn't be found. Now, it's time for them to reunite. But things have changed. Things aren't the way they thought they'd be once they found each other again. They must learn to navigate a changing lifestyle and each other, now that the life they envisioned might not be what they want anymore.

In the rainy streets of modern-day London, a guarded bookshop girl and a world-famous singer with a dangerous secret collide. What begins as a sharp-tongued encounter soon unravels into something far more twisted, where loyalty is a lie, love is forbidden, and trust can get you killed. He's not just a celebrity. She's not just a stranger. Their love could cost them everything.

Vera is a nineteen year old college student, living in Chicago. She's just trying to make it day by day still haunted by the aftermath of her abusive ex boyfriend and a childhood she's been trying to forget from since the day she left home. Harry is a twenty-five year old boxer, from a rich family with an equally if not, more, horrific past. Trying to escape the name and legacy his father has created.

A book about money, cars, and secrets. In the shadows of Los Angeles, where the roar of engines hides secrets darker than midnight, Harry Styles rules the underground street racing scene - fast, ruthless, and untouchable. Kiera Reeves is of high status. A symbol of Los Angeles with everything to lose, drawn into a world she's sworn to destroy. She's not a racer. She doesn't play by the rules. But to find the truth, she'll have to ride dirty.

**MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT** Mentions of drug/alcohol use, violence, sexual content, mental health, vulgar language. 19 year-old Noa and 21 year-old Harry's paths cross in the most unexpected way. Two damaged souls with complicated pasts, each carrying their own burdens. Noa, struggling to break free from her past, determined to break into the music industry, and Harry, a former music sensation who has retreated into himself after years of exploitation and fame. When Noa lands a receptionist job at Pierce Recordings, she's unknowingly drawn into a world tied to her own past, while Harry, bitter and self-destructive, exists on the fringes of the music industry he once ruled. Their chemistry is electric, but so are the tensions that come with it. As their relationship grows, so does the chaos they both desperately try to control. In each other, they see their darkest fears reflected-self-doubt, anger, and the fight to keep their souls intact. As their worlds collide, they're forced to face truths that threaten everything they've built. But the deeper they go, the more they realize that the true cost of their connection might not be something they can ever walk away from. Started - Decemeber 2024

"Some stories aren't meant to be told. But I was assigned to write his." Amara Jones never planned to get involved with Harry Styles-star hockey player, frat president, and the most talked-about name on campus. She came to the University of Michigan to focus on journalism, keep her head down, and move on from a past she doesn't talk about. But when a class assignment pairs her with Harry, Amara finds herself pulled into a world of secrets, power, and a fraternity that guards something darker than parties and popularity. Getting the story was just homework. Surviving it is something else entirely.

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.