Harry is of a superior species, rare and genetically untameable. He meets his missing piece in the form of Louis and they begin to share a life that came to them too soon. property of SStomlinson. NOT MY WORK

Harry is Middleston's shut-in, feared and hated by every member of the county. Harry isn't tormented by inner demons nor was he the victim of an abusive childhood. Harry is a serial killer. He is driven by a malevolent intention: revenge. An unorthodox circumstance causes Harry to cross paths with Louis - the bookworm with no self control. For Harry, meeting Louis has made the most frightening parts of him less so. For Louis, meeting Harry has brought on a fear in him that is worth a shudder or two. Harry becomes obsessed with Louis' every move. His over-possessive nature rapidly roots itself in this relationship. Louis is his friend. Only his friend.

Harry has existed for all things dark and forbidden. He survives because others don't. It's his way. Louis belongs to a world unknown to those who don't originate from it. No heart is more vulnerable than his. They find each other and there's no stopping the inevitable. But there's something beyond the reality of their lives, threatening the purity of their relationship. Maybe love doesn't conquer all.

The Styles and Tomlinson packs have been at war for hundreds of years. But when recruits run low and resources run out, they have no other option then to end the war. But on one condition. Heir Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are to mate when it's Louis' time to become head Alpha.

"Where are we?" "Um. A little while out of London?" Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh. "London London? As in, the capital of England London?" he asks, just in case he'd misheard. "No, the other London," Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. "Sorry, Pup." Nobody's ever called Harry a "pup". Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis. * by hattalove on ao3

(Completed) (Used to be baby boy) (No longer allow translations) Being sold in a bidding room sounds like something terrible, but is it really? (If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all.🐇) Larry stylinson bdsm story Highest rankings: #1 in toplouis #1 in daddylouis #1 in babyHarry #3 in larry #4 in Louis #7 in bottomharry

Louis Tomlinson has tried so hard to not be who he really is. He has worked for years to not be a person that people don't accept. The walls he built are slowly torn down by a tall boy with green eyes. Add Louis, Harry Styles, a pride parade, and a kiss together, and there's a story full of love and someone learning that it's okay to love boys because love is love, right? (Louis is a painter who hides his sexuality. Harry is a wedding photographer who embraces his gay pride. Liam and Zayn most certainly have a thing going on, and Niall is content just trying to open a restaurant.) Cover by @stiles24stilinskiXD

"So all of this is my fault?" He scowled back. "Harry, he is fragile. He can't bear up with your anger or try to break past your stone cold exterior if you don't let him." His father reasoned. "No, dad. I highly doubt that's what he wants from me, I feel what he actually wants is a divorce and since he doesn't actually communicate with me if he tells you, let me know, I'll have the papers ready." With that Harry got up from his seat to leave only to see Louis near the door, he had no idea if he heard his conversation or he didn't and honestly at this point he didn't care. Or Harry Styles is a Mob Boss and Louis Tomlinson is his husband and in a dark place filled with violence and blood, they try to find their way back to one another. Translation in Portuguese : https://my.w.tt/Q0Jt88SyU4

The devil is real and he isn't a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he is a fallen angel and he used to be God's favourite. Harry has a condition that disallows him to feel physical pain. For a man thriving on fear and resistance from his victims - his prey - Harry is not prepared for the affections of a witty and ignorant Louis. "Are you afraid?" "You won't hurt me." "Yes I will." Harry loses himself to the darkness that swallows his brutality and rigid anger, but he needs Louis to be his anchor. His sanity. "There is no one else now. You can only love me, feel for me as I do for you. What I am is too lost, too disturbed to retrieve. Do you understand? You've done something to me and I don't want it to stop, so you can never leave me again. You are just mine now. Mine." This story is originally SSTomlinson's story. I do NOT own this,

Grande Manor, the old, creepy building on top of the hill right outside of Cheshire. Nobody goes near it at night, kids stare from the gate during the day, too afraid to go any closer. It's rumored to be haunted, stories of kids who've snuck into the house for sleepovers to prove to their friends how brave and unafraid they are, only to return home the same night speechless... Harry used to be one of those kids. He used to gaze from the back seat of the family car as they drove by, intrigued by the large wooden door up front and the windows that all seem to be covered in dark curtains. He's always wondered what the inside looked like, and there's always been this strange attraction between him and the house. Now that his parents are divorced and his mother is looking for a place to move in, this might be his chance to figure it out, and maybe while he's at it he can figure out the blue eyed boy who likes to swing on the tree.