"Are you going to kill me," I whispered, feeling a single tear roll down my face. He stopped his actions, running a hand over his face as he chuckled. My heart was thumping against my chest in fear as his moods changed so quickly. His laugh sent a shiver down my spine as he looked to the ceiling, an ominous grin on his face. He wouldn't kill me, right? Harry kept the smile on his face, turning to face me. I watched in anguish as he fished through his pockets, pulling out two knives and a pistol. Instead of using the items, he tossed them to the side, not once breaking eye contact "No, baby. I'm not going to kill you," I sighed in relief at his words, leaning my head back against the wall. Not allowing me the satisfaction of alleviation, he spoke again, his words leaving me more unsettled than before. "But you're going to wish I had." /// "I had a few got drunk on you and now I'm wasted." She was drunk on him. His medicine was her. Madison is a 21 year old Cosmetologist. When she finds herself as the new stylist for a world renowned band, she signs up for more than she knows; A fatal love story between her and Harry Styles. A twist on the classic enemies to lovers story, with more to love than to hate. ________________________________________ MATURE CONTENT credits @watermelxnsugarx

Welcome to a world where love is a weakness and trust is a death sentence. This is not a gentle romance. This is a story about the devastating cost of a single, brutal choice, and the terrifying line between protection and control. Syn and Harry lived a secret life of impossible promises. Now, three years later, they are strangers fighting a desperate war for the same, precious reward. Be warned: This story contains mature themes, intense emotional violence, and depictions of trauma and anxiety. Proceed only if you're ready for the chaos.

He's fighting for the rush that keeps him alive. She's fighting to be seen in a world that has overlooked her. Grace is a sweet 18 year old, future med student, who likes to keep her life on track for the sake of her already crumbling family. Harry is an underground boxer who isn't who he seems to be in the ring. What happens when they meet? !CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."

pleas·ure [ˈplɛʒə] Feeling of enjoyment or satisfaction Harry Styles has it all. The power. Fame. Luxury. Already been given the family business, Harry has already established himself by being one of the richest men under the age of 30 and is not even the CEO yet. He has the power to get whatever he wants at a snap of his fingers. Or so he thought.... Meet Delilah Sinclaire she has it all. Fame, Money. And a booming model career. She is determined to make it to the top regardless of what it takes. But how much is she willing to risk being at the top? What happens when Delilah becomes the lead model for the luxury clothing line Styles & Co. and meets the golden child in the fashion world, Harry Styles. Is she willing to break her number one rule and not fall in love or is she willing to risk it all and fall in love giving up everything she has worked so hard for.

In a world shadowed by secrets and scars, Electra Belikov walks a dangerous path forged by a past steeped in violence and betrayal. Haunted by memories she fights to bury, she's learned to survive on her own terms - ruthless, guarded, and fiercely determined. The streets she navigates are unforgiving, filled with broken promises and silent threats lurking just beyond the edges of light. When a figure from her past resurfaces unexpectedly - a man with cold, green, piercing eyes and a presence that unsettles even her - the fragile balance she's built begins to unravel. Unseen forces move in the shadows, weaving a web of manipulation and revenge, pulling Electra deeper into a game where trust is a weakness and survival demands more than just strength. As old wounds reopen and new dangers close in, Electra must confront the ghosts that shaped her and face the dark truths that threaten to consume her. In a world where power is currency and loyalty is rare, the line between hunter and hunted blurs. And no one is truly safe. "Darkness is not absence of something, It's only the ultimate truth" -DEVILART CREATORS /// This story contains MATURE language and EXPLICT content. Read the warnings before continuing to the story.

Charlotte Hayes was hired to keep the band under control. The real problem is their lead singer: Harry Styles. Loud, reckless, and a disaster waiting to happen, he's the last person she should get close to. But keeping her distance is impossible when the job means living in his shadow and finding out just how much damage he can really do. - Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and potentially distressing themes, including substance abuse, addiction, volatile relationships, emotional conflict, strong language, violence, and sexual content.

"Tell me a secret," he whispers, his thumb tracing the ghost-lines on her palm. "I don't have any secrets," she lies, her heartbeat steadily tapping the truth against her ribs. He leans closer, voice warm and daring as it spreads along the hollow of her throat. "Everyone has ghosts. Even the quiet kind" In a rain-soaked corner of Paris, Isolde Laurent tends to the ghosts her mother left behind: a crumbling bookshop, unfinished letters, and the fear that loving someone always ends in leaving. Harry Styles-- half-wild poet, half-runaway soul-- slips into her hidden world one stormy afternoon, desperate to disappear from his own legend. Bound by ink, secrets, and the hush of unwritten confessions, they become each other's safest hiding place. But the past has a habit of haunting the living - and sometimes, the quietest ghosts demand to be heard.

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction ----- "I'm so wrong for you, Elena," he groans, biting my earlobe and breathing heavily. "So fucking wrong." And he is, he so fucking is. "You hate me, Elena. You hate me, you always have and you always will. I kidnapped you, I raped you, and you have to fucking hate me." Harry sucks on the gentle skin of my neck and licks the length of my jaw and I whimper at the delicious scruffiness of his tongue. And as much as I wish it did, it doesn't feel wrong at all. It feels just right. "Tell me you hate me, Elena." He's breathless and his voice is demanding, but once again I'm left with no words. Instead, I grab his face in between my hands and kiss his forehead. Because no matter what, I really can't hate him right now. Maybe not ever. ------- Warning this Story contains Mature content, Strong Language, Eating disorders. Readers advised! Credit goes to KathrynBarbie! Copyright© All Rights Reserved®