All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked as she softly caressed his rough face, her ring-clad hand becoming tainted with the warm, crimson-red liquid. The smirk was wiped off her face as rage seized her and took over her previously relaxed features. Her muscles grew tense as her fingers forcefully grabbed his beaten jaw, turning his head to look at his bloody tongue lying on the floor. As a faint chuckle fell out of my lips, Arabella turned to me and approached me with the bloodied knife pointed in my direction. Fuck me. "Do you want to be next, Styles?" she asked rhetorically. "Depends on what cat would get my tongue." *** Contains themes of violence, explicit, and mature content.

#1- harryedwardstyles (17/10/21) #1 - softharry (16/11/21) #1 - onedirectionasthemselves (23-12-21) #3- direction (05/01/22) Late night coffee runs are never a good idea, especially if you are Harry Styles; former member of One Direction. Aurora, just your average 21 year old barista, still in college, working to make ends meet- living her oh-so exciting life. Watch as Aurora and Harry's life brews into the adventure it is, will they end up bitter? or sweet? ...My lips brush against hers, our bodies impossibly close to each other. She smells like flowers, like the sky,- like honey- like heaven. My heart skips a beat- like in an 80's romance movie, the smell of her is hypnotic beyond reason. She is so close. I press my lips against hers gently and she reciprocates, closing her eyes in content. She tastes like mint and strawberries, my tongue grazes the insides of her hot, opening lips with the utmost piety, tiny sips, nothing salacious; but she, with an impatient wriggle, presses her mouth to mine, biting down on my bottom lip lightly...