She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

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.*

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. Cover by - @𝚇𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂 1/30/22

"Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped, trying to shove past him, but he caught her wrist with ease, yanking her right back. "Nah, ma," he murmured, tilting his head, eyes locked on hers like he was studying every little reaction. "You ain't happy to see me?" She swung at him. Hard. The slap echoed through the bathroom, her palm stinging from the impact. His face barely turned, but that smirk never left. If anything, it grew. "Awww, you mad?" He licked his lips, his gaze dragging over her like he was enjoying every second of this. "Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you mad." Tsunami felt her stomach twist in fury. "Fuck you, Dayvon," she spat, using his real name with pure venom. "You lied to me. You used me. You killed my father." His expression didn't change. Didn't flinch. He just looked at her. Calm. Confident. Like she still belonged to him. "I told you before, ma," he said lowly, stepping closer, forcing her back against the counter. "You mine. Ain't no distance, no time, no nigga gon' change that. So you can be mad all you want-yell, scream, slap me again if it make you feel better. But that don't change shit." Tsunami Corletti's new roommate is dark, dangerous, and hiding more than she could ever guess. Drawn to his secrets, she finds herself torn between her instincts as a mafias daughter and an undeniable attraction to the man she knows she shouldn't trust. But as she gets closer, Tsunami realizes she's in deeper than she ever intended-because her roommate isn't just a mystery; he's the city's most wanted kingpin. 2/8/25 Cover by the lovely: Zariyahjnovelty

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

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

☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦: what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5? After her mother's death, 17 y/o Deena Salée discovers a letter hidden under her bed that wasn't there before. Inside is an old photo of her mother in college with a man, revealed as her biological father- -the notorious hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. Her father's true nature, including her own and her family's is lightly explained but isn't of importance. Not when there's clear and bolded instructions to return to New Orleans in search of protection against a Great Danger. An unknown danger that might've killed her mother. Set on finding her family and any living relatives, Deena travels all the way from Le Havre, France to New Orleans, Louisiana with little knowledge of the supernatural world. A world kept hidden from her since birth. It's quickly discovered that not only is her family the original product of vampires, but some secrets lie within her blood where danger is found, making her the only of her kind- -a tribrid. All while figuring out herself, making a life here in New Orleans with grief fresh on her heart, and getting to know the image of her father and his family people feared- -she now has to defend herself against a coven of witches seeking sacrifice upon a prophecy their ancestors created, a pack of wolves who'll never accept her, vampires who despise her, and humans who are just a reminder of who she'll never be. When will it end? ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ ☆ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 X 𝗢𝗖 ☆ 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝟮-𝟱 ☆ 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲: Early 2022 𝗘𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁

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*

MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. Cherry and Harlow reunite in New York, 2011.