"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

Nyctophilia. noun. a love for darkness. She was innocent and he dangerous Will their love make it? or Will it break them both? ****MATURE CONTENT**** The highly read and talked about fanfiction created by H28, also known as Hannah. This is not my piece of writing! All credit goes to the original writer of this AMAZING fanfiction. I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF 'Dark' NEITHER AM I IN ANY WAY ASSOCIATED WITH THE AUTHOR. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR!

"You know I can't just let you go." He says. "You have no choice" I weakly say with tears falling. "I'm not letting you go. I just can't allow you to leave me." He begins to walk over to me, I start to take steps back to create some distance. "You chose to do what you did." My voice cracks. "As much as I love you, I can't live with what you've done." _____________________________ I've always wondered who I was. I was born into a world where there was only one power. That power was demons. I was born on the day they took over. My whole life I've felt like I've never belonged. Like I was different from everyone around me. What I know now I realize why I felt like that. I'm finally learning who I am and see the world in a new light. It's all thanks to him. Harry Styles. __________________________ Top Rankings #1 in harrystylesfanfic- Aug 25th, 2019 #13 in harry styles- Feb 6th, 2019 #1 in harold- Jan 30th, 2019 #3 in good-vs-evil- Jan 29th, 2019 Started: Oct 20th, 2018 Completed: Aug 21st, 2019

I smirked down as he looked at me in fear. "What did I tell you?" I taunted "N-Not to talk to her a-again, I'm so sorry s-sir" He said. Pathetic. He is pathetic. "And you didn't do that, did you?" I said. He looked down in shame and fear, of facing me. "No sir" he said barely above a whisper, but I heard it. "Hmm, what should we do with you?" I asked taunting him once again. "Harry?" Called the voice I've grown to love. Lilly. "Harry, what are you doing to him?!" She asked in confusion and shock. I slowly turned around to look at her only to see her in one of my oversized t-shirts, that she loves to sleep in. Her tiny 5'0 frame coming into view. "Lilly go back to bed I will be there soon." I said my voice still hard, I can't show any form of softness in front of this lowlife behind me. "No, you tell me what's going on right now!" She exclaimed. "Lilly I swear to God go back to bed I'm talking to this man" I replied keeping my voice low. "Okay, Harry... don't hurt him, alright?" Her voice spoke quiet, almost afraid of my reaction. "Okay, goodnight, I love you." I said, meaning it. "Goodnight, I love you too." She says as she walks to bed. I didn't move until I heard the door close and knew she was inside our room. "You're lucky she woke up, but if you ever even look at her or think about her I will know, and I will end you!" I exclaimed my attention now on this 'kid' that decided to hit on my Lilly. "Yes, sir I understand a-and I'm sorry, once a-again" he spoke stuttering his words. "And remember," I said as I picked him up and walking with him closer to the front door. "She's mine, and always will be mine!" I hissed as I pushed him out of the door. (This story will have mature content and if you are not ok with that then I advise you not to read) (It will also probably have errors you don't need to tell me and I will fix them when I can) Enjoy! <3

Sophia Buttaro is the daughter of the world's wealthiest and most dangerous mafia boss. Famous for her beauty and status, she is wanted by every organized criminal group. Sophia soaks up the sinful luxury life of being a billionaire until she is rattled by her father's enemies. Her father, Tomas Ventura-Buttaro, will do anything to protect his heiress and princess. The night she meets the Styles family changes her life. Harry Styles, a hitman and mafia boss, is hired to keep Sophia under his protection. Their life consists of heists, high-speed chases, trials, shootouts, street racing, and more. How long can they survive the relentless mafia? *Ongoing. Not finished.*

For ten years, Aylen has been stuck in a world of abuse and manipulation. When she escapes, she thinks the pain and suffering are over, until her worst nightmare becomes the reality. She finds herself wound up in a mess of deception, lies, and corruption. Too gentle to harm a butterfly, Aylen is struck with confusion as it seems everyone is out to get her. Nobody tells the truth, so she has no one to trust, and no one to blame but herself. The realization that she will never escape this life-that they will always control her-becomes her greatest affliction. *This story will contain triggering topics, sexual content, and mature language and themes.* HIGHEST RANKINGS #14 harrystyles (4/18/21) STARTED 3/20/21

"Are you scared Arabelle?" He whispered in my ear, our body's two inches apart. My body shook in fear as his hand was wrapped around my throat. I choked back a sob as the tears continuously flowed down my cheeks. My heart beating so fast, I feared that he could hear it. The evil smirk on his face chilling my entire body. __________________________________ Nobody knows what life has in store for us. Sometimes someone can walk into your life and make it better. Or, they can destory everything you've ever known. 17 year old Arabelle is faced with a hard decision when she is taken from her home, by one confusing, mysterious boy. The truth becomes unraveled and the ground that Arabelle had been walking on for all her life seems to crumble before her. Will she decide to leave the troubled boy and her broken life behind her, and look for a new one? Or will she try to fix what's broken? An Harry Styles fanfic.

Distractions. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was equally wrapped around hers. *** I loved you both Key word 'loved' You both ruined me Now you'll have to live with the consequences Neither of you will like this ending One of you wont live to see it *** "Harry, we can't." I whispered as his hand began to creep its way up my short dress. I could feel the cold metal of his rings on my inner thighs. "What if they turn around." I shifted my eyes to my two best friends in the front seat of the car. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Then trailing his lips to my ear without losing contact. "You'll just have to keep quiet then baby." His whisper instantly sent chills down my spine. His large hands now tugging at the waistband of my panties. ~~~ MATURE CONTENT ~ VULGAR LANGUAGE/MURDER/DRUGS ABUSE/SEXUAL CONTENT/MENTAL HEALTH ~~~ started - 12/5/20 finished - TBD *HIGHEST RANKS* #1 in wattpad - 1/25/21 #10 in harrystyles - 2/1/21 #15 in harry - 2/15/21

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River. A girl utterly oblivious to his way of the world with a curious heart determined to understand the extent of his nefarious ways. River comes to realize that Harry is hiding something much deeper than ever expected, only once those secrets are ultimately revealed, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

"Jesus, you still don't get it, do you?" He sneered, practically scoffing at the helpless girl in front of him. "I'm in control. That means what I say, goes. And I'm telling you, baby, you're not fucking leaving." His words were cold and they never failed to make that unnerving chill rattle through her body. She didn't think someone could be so cruel yet emotionless, could do the things he did without an ounce of guilt. And yet maybe he did - feel guilt, that is. But maybe he forced himself to ignore it, maybe he told himself, convinced himself that what he did, needed done. And making sure Layla never left his grasp was just that. - Dark!Harry