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

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "Y-you want to kill me?" "No, I want to ruin you." Death Hood. A cloaked serial killer that leaves behind blood trails, corpses with the same cause of death and nightmares that makes everyone forget what dreams are like. Everyone has thoughts and theories but not even the professionals could figure out Death Hood's motives or identity. However, all it took was for one girl, an assistant at Malik Creations, to have one glass too many of wine and a tempting case file to discover that the face under the skull mask is Harry Styles, the owner of a Halloween Store, when no one else could've. *this story contains mature and explicit themes* Started: June 28th, 2022. Finished: November 9th, 2023.

"So you don't believe in god, hell and things like that?" I ask as I raise the toothpick to my mouth and take the olives off it with my lips. Harry looks at my lips then a barely visible small smile appears on his face. "No." "Then what do you believe in? What do you think?" I'm really curious now. "We are all sinners sent to earth to be forgiven." He says and his words cut deep. I don't say anything to that, but I stand up with my glass and walk to the railing, looking down at the stage I think about what he said. "And what if we can't be forgiven?" I try to see through the course of his thought. A few moments after my question, still watching the stage,I feel Harry step behind me. "We get a punishment. Which means you did something really bad." He says quietly, then puts his hand on my throat from behind my back. I could smell his whiskey-scented breath and I had goosebumps as I felt the cold rings on my throat. "Cause I am the worst punishment, baby." // Ashley Brown thought her life was in ruins. After years of torment, one night she will be too curious. Hell actually started there but so did heaven. For the first time in her life, the picture comes together. She realizes that everything makes sense and that there is a bigger picture than she thought. The only question is now, is this a good thing? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @lifewithava1d CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ADDICTION / RELATIONSHIP-DOMESTIC VIOLENCE/ SEXUAL CONTENT

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] ** Reader's discretion advised (18+) Smut chapters are indicated with an (*) - Excerpt chapter 3 - I had been dreaming about her all week, and now she was for sure not going to leave my brain. I had been fucking my fist every night to get rid of the image of her on her knees in front of me after I saw her biting down on that pencil at the bar on Monday. So flirty and dirty, yet so innocent. While the thought excited me, to be with someone without experience, I'd never act upon it. I was definitely rough in bed, and I had a lot of kinks and didn't know how to be soft. I'd completely ruin her. But then again, maybe she'd let me. Maybe she'd like it. ** Started: October 2021 ** Finished: December 2021

"And what is that?" He says placing his hand next to my head and leaning against the wall, his face being so close to mine again, that I can't help myself but stare at all his detailed features. The small scar over his emerald green eyes, the mole at the side of his nose, and the one on the right side of his upper chin. I had one in the exact same spot. His flawless skin, blushy lips, and the way he was staring at me right now. "You want the keys?" I ask, staring back at his eyes right in front of me. "Beg," I say softly. *** TW: this story contains mature and explicit content

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Dance was Phoebe's one true love. More than frozen grapes. More than lavender. More than the mountains in Tacoma. More than me. In which, Phoebe Mitchell, aspiring ballerina and part-time gas station clerk, meets Harry Styles, vet tech and all-around sweetheart. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. **Warning: contains mature content**

Harry Styles is supposed to be dead. He died two years ago from a drug deal gone wrong. His body was lost in the flames and never found. People attended his funeral. A memorial was set up for him in the main office and his picture still remains on the wall of fallen detectives. He's supposed to be dead. So why did I almost hit him with my fucking car?

"Before we get started, I need you to know that I don't do soft sex. I like it rough." Harry Styles is surrounded by walls. But after a summer filled with deprecating passion, she might just be the only one who can break those walls. *this story contains mature and explicit content*

"Come on Harry, just take a chance on this. On us." •••••• This book will contain mature themes. Including sexual content, substance use, and mention of mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.