"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!

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

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**

"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

|CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT| "When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem it slouched And then it must've caught a good look at you" -NFWMB Evil; profoundly immoral and wicked. There are things in this world that are bad and then there are things that are truly evil. Sinister. Instances where something is so immoral that someone pure and clean has no mind to comprehend that someone can commit such an act. But there are some who can. Those who have that evilness inside them, that blackness in their hearts. They bring about destruction, devastation, wherever they go. The only thing left behind when they leave is chaos. What they had was a love no one could understand. So rooted in their twisted minds that only they could appreciate it. Every step they took together left the world in pieces around them. Two dark hearts made for the other, and only each other. Evil. Sinister. Destruction. Devastation. Desolation.

" You really aren't in any position to be making demands, hot shot" I say pushing the blade harder against his neck. He chuckles deeply before leaning into the blade " and you, little devil, should know by now I'm not scared of you." A shiver runs down my spine. I'm fucked. I lower the knife slowly as my eyes flick down to his lips. Don't do this, Sage. Either walk away or kill him, those are your options. His hand slowly cups my face as he grabs my chin. He tilts it up forcing me to look at his eyes. With that one look everything stops. I am so beyond fucked it's not even funny. How the fuck did I get here. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, little devil, but I believe my eyes are up here," That stupid smirk crosses his lips as he continues " if you keep staring I might get the impression you want something from me." He lowers his mouth to my ear " Say the word and I'm yours Sage."

𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔: the god of beauty and desire. a man so ethereal, so endlessly godlike, endearing and enthralling it wasn't a wonder how he did what he did or got away with what he did. C.W: contains sexual and violent content. 18+. Started: January 2021. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

18+ mature themes "Everybody has a past, but will it come back to haunt you?"

-𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.