{VERY SLOW TO UPDATE BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CONTINUED SUPPORT} My entire body is sore from cuts and the rash caused by the ropes wrapped around me, keeping me trapped in the chair. I hear foot steps approach before a hand grasps the black bag over my head. I look down, not wanting to look my captor in the eyes. However, out of curiosity my gaze scans his frame. As soon as my eyes reach his collar bone I see the design I have come so familiar with. Half a butterfly wing and half a demon wing scorched into the brown leather of his jacket. He told me I could trust him. Immediately my eyes snap to his, emerald green. A color I found so comforting yesterday now sends a chill down my spine. // Ashley Black is a self taught tattoo artist in NYC. During the day she draws in clients hoping to wear some of her world class art; but during the night her clientele switches. Men dressed in leather and covered in prison ink. Always the same guys, mumbling secrets through thick clouds of cigarette smoke. Until one night a younger guy comes into the shop wanting a butterfly tattoo. There was different about him, and it wasn't just the fact that he was a tough guy getting a butterfly tattoo... there was a connection.

[ONGOING] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* This is the sequel to Irresistible! This can NOT be read as a stand alone. "Things are different now and you know it" he spits. I let out a dry laugh as I begin to shake my head side to side. "Are you kidding me? Of course things are different now. With the shit that you pulled I would be surprised if it didn't feel different" Harry rolls his lips into his mouth, wetting them as he shakes his head at me. "It's not just the awkwardness or unfamiliarity. The look in your eyes isn't the same. The light and the love has vanished" he states, making my heart instantly drop into the deep pits of my stomach. "Your love for me is gone. Isn't it? he breathes, a small glimmer of pain and hurt laced behind his words. I feel my whole body tense up as I scrunch my eyes closed briefly. "Don't do that Harry. It hurts" I admit, feeling my chest tighten, sending a sharp pain ricocheting though my chest. "Why? Because I'm right or because I'm wrong?"

"No, Tell me this was all a dream, please. I'm begging you!" I yelled. "Then this wouldn't be as fun as it is now, would it darling?" The voice spoke from behind. // Elianna Grace who is currently working on getting a psychology degree specializing in behavioral psychology gets assigned to work on a case assisting the city's top criminal lawyer, Harry Styles to investigate a serial killer on the loose. What happens when they soon start realizing that they can trust no one around them? Does the arrival of one another in each other's lives make their journey angelic or miserable?

Anna didn't know what to expect in London, she never left her country before. She just wanted to start a new chapter in her life, finding a job, discovering new places, getting drunk and having fun with her friends. Until one day of her journey, when a cocky bastard stepped onto her way. She founds out that celebrities have a collection of masks that can hide their real faces... *EXPLICIT AND MATURE CONTENT, DRUGS, VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE. Thank you for all the comments and votes they mean a lot to me :) *NOT FINISHED,STILL UPDATING*

how far do you have to go to escape reality? violetta fern zampino has been wondering this since she found her mother's body. violetta hasn't ever experienced anything that has made her fully happy-not anything in her whole life that wasn't ruined by her drug lord father, grey zampino. for years upon years she's been living a life of lies and forgotten birthdays-that is until her best friend and body guard is fired under her fathers wishes. harry edward styles wasn't expecting too much from his newest client-he knew the basics. she was 19 from dublin ireland, and she's been attacked more times than she can count by her fathers 'colleagues'. what he wasn't expecting was a quiet girl with an adorable accent and ringlet curls. landing straight in the middle of harry's hometown, the two configure their lives together-and their desperation for each other increases in the town they call home. portlyn villa. how far do you have to go to escape reality? trigger warning: self harm, nightmares, smut, sa., childhood trauma, murder, rough smut...

Harry Styles is a rockstar and a millionaire and he's always in the tabloids for his bad boy behaviour, and he's even in the campaign for the newest Dior cologne. And Max is not. She is not a rockstar nor is she a millionaire and she isn't a bad girl, she is actually just a nobody. And she has been in love with Harry ever since she first met him, all those years ago when he strummed his guitar on street corners for spare change. When he was a human boy who had a human heart who maybe, just maybe cared about her too. But it's all different now. Her life stayed the same but Harry's moved so far upwards, so far away that Max doesn't really know who he is anymore. She just knows she still loves him. With all her heart. And she doesn't know what to do about it. -- !mature content! ©SONDERHARRY

*this story contains mature and explicit content.* [on going] rules, secrets, and lies all get uncovered eventually. and then what remains is the broken pieces of something that once was everything, but now is nothing. // "And what am I?" Then he smirks, and it's nothing but bitter. I know his next words are gonna be everything he's been wanting to say from the moment he met me. "Nothing," his are eyes on mine. "you're nothing." he means it. I smile because he least expects it. I lean forward like he did, matching his movements. I take a good look at him, his scars, his bruises. And I know the only difference between his and mine is that mine are invisible. "And what are you, any better?" His smirk remains, his eyes cold, his words uncaring. "I'm glad you're finally starting to catch on." he reminds me we're the same. // ** Set in the 90's.

In 1998, in the town of Eden Falls, Minnesota, Diana Ashford and Harry Styles are just trying make it through their senior year of high school. Wanting to get out of their small town and never look back. Both looking for a way out, will they both be open to let each other in? In 2008, Diana and Harry meet again after something broke them apart. And left them not speaking or seeing each other for 10 years. The chance encounter leaves them wondering the same question. Will they be open again to let each other in? 🏒 "And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite" started: june 2021

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