[COMPLETED] Nothing is louder than the silence between two lovers that aren't lovers anymore. *** Why am I running away from him ? He's the one that left. He's the one that never wanted to contact me ever again. If there's someone who shouldn't be here it's him. But I didn't have the courage to go back there and see his stupid pretty face again. *** story contains mature and explicit content *** STARTED JUNE 2021

Mature/18+ Trigger Warnings included All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

Do you love me? I do. Still? Always. / Anna is a young girl who just finished beauty school for hairdressers and is looking to find a job. She decided to surprise her bestfriend Sophia by visiting her in London, but she doesn't even know that coming to London is going to change her life completely when she meets a young singer from One Direction, Harry Styles. THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL HARRY STYLES OR ANYONE FROM ONE DIRECTION. IT'S JUST A FANFICTION! All rights reserved to: @hstylesbaby2 Hope you guys enjoy the book :)

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

All Harry wanted was to get over his best friend's girl. All Nova wanted was to get over her traumatic past. So, they made a deal. But, this deal may end up being a bit more than they bargained for. WARNING: Sexually graphic. Themes of violence, drugs, and alcohol. May be subject to feels. *Gigi is only a face claim. You can picture whomever you want.*

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

[COMPLETED] trep·i·da·tion a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen. *** "You'll see the truth one day." I whispered against his harsh lips knowing this was wrong. The sensation was driving me insane, his warm breath panning over my lips. I needed this "Maybe I don't want the truth." His voice rough and his grip around my neck tightened. "Enough of your games, I've had it, now you listen to me or you walk away." *** Indiana Sommers isn't your normal working woman, she's capable of much more than the average human and she isn't afraid to show it. Working for Cruel Blood, one of the top mafias, she is being sent on an eight month job. Working with their competing mafia, Black Streak, Indiana must pose and work for the hit band "Trepidation". She must do her job, and do anything to complete it. No matter who or what gets in the way. When she is involved with Harry Styles everything changes. He is just as dangerous as her How is she supposed to complete her job? Trepidation is all Indiana can feel. *MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* DARK FIC//KINKS//SUBSTANCE ABUSE DECEMBER 2020 - AUGUST 2021

In which a figment of Harry's imagination becomes reality, in the best and worst possible ways. . . WARNING: MATURE CONTENT