"You're killing me Angel" and you don't even know the half of it. She straddles my lap, keeping her soft brown eyes on me. Her lips curl into a smile. This time she's looking down at me. Which is a new scene for me and I cannot take my eyes off of her. "Aww, am I?" she asks tauntingly. I wish I had more time with her. I'm in way too deep now. I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to get out of this one. Or what I'm supposed to do. Except enjoy the time I have with her now, Right? "Why don't you tell me about it?" she says, face inches away from mine. Fuck. ***** 18+ (preferably) , slow-ish burn

Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery - The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a gallery, it is a place of carefully crafted illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry. He's brilliant and accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

Friends to lovers Harry Styles AU. Mature themes. TW: Parent-child emotional abuse

"You'd be wise to tell me the truth. Which racer would the Circuit rather see dead?" "Redline." --- The Circuit is the top name in underground car racing - an elite, globally connected syndicate operating secretly beneath multiple polished fronts. Each season, it attracts blacklisted professional racers, unknown talents, and secret donors who are all chasing high-stake wins on illegal, unpredictable tracks. With a new season approaching, the racing world remains unsettled by the shocking conclusion to last year's run - and the role Harry Styles played in it. Known as Redline, his reputation was built on unmatched speed and precision. But a collision at the final race ended his most recent season just short of the win, and rumors suggest he hasn't quite recovered. Still, his brand can't afford to disappear. If he can't race, Redline still has to. He needs a ghost driver; someone who can match his skill, win under his name, and navigate the pressure the Circuit demands. Val has several lurking issues of her own. As a getaway driver for organized criminals, her life depends on speed, discretion, and skill. When she betrays a top client, she needs a way out - and fast. Unbeknownst to her, an offer is already lingering nearby. Deals are made. Obstacles lurk in each city. And two stubborn individuals must work together to ensure that Redline finishes this next season on top.

Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. Achievements: #1 Harryfanfic #2 fandom

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

"When I die, I yearn to be reborn as one of them." She gestures with her chin toward the few graceful swans gliding effortlessly across the crystal-clear water. "A swan?" She nods. "A swan." // Pearl, an apathetic but misunderstood young woman lands in New York, determined to take down Rafael Ricci-the ruthless owner of a human trafficking ring. However, a twisted discovery forces her to reunite with Harry Styles-an intolerable and reckless cafe owner. ...who she has known since childhood. Harry finds himself fixating on Pearl's transformation-and while she is determined to take down the man who ruined her life, he's determined to discover the truth. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT. READ WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING!*+

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.

Then- A roar. A scream. Echoing through stone and metal. "EVELYN!" It cracked through the silence like a thunderclap. A man's voice. Raw. Wild. Agonized. Powerful. Evelyn's body jolts. But then it comes again - louder. More desperate. "EVIE!" Her eyes widen, breath catching violently in her throat. Harry. It's him. It's really him. Her lips tremble. Her heart stutters. "Harry...?" She staggers upright, legs wobbling. "HARRY!" The scream rips from her throat, broken and hoarse. She stumbles toward the door, arms still bleeding, her chains dragging behind her. Her entire body fights to move, even as agony pulses through every limb. "HARRY!" "I'M HERE!" Tears pour down her cheeks, sobs wracking her chest. She nearly reaches the door-when Celestie lunges from the shadows, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backward. "ENOUGH!" Celestie snarls. "You stupid girl-he's not coming. That's not him." But Evelyn is feral now. Screaming. Thrashing. "Let me go! That's him! That's my Harry!" She claws toward the door, dragging her own body against the stone, blood smearing the floor. "HARRY!" Celestie clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her. "Stop screaming! He'll never find you!" Evelyn screams against her palm, muffled sobs escaping. "HARRY-!" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• In a world where love feels like a distant dream, Evelyn has always been a burden, neglected and abused and tortured inhumanely by her family. Just as she dares to hope for a brighter future, she is abandoned at the altar by her intended groom, leaving her heart shattered and her spirit fragile. Feeling unwanted and trapped in a cycle of indifference, she is haunted by the shadows of her past until Harry, a boy from her childhood who once showed her kindness, steps in to marrying her to fulfill his mother's wish. A marriage formed out of a