When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

"Put your heels on the headboard." Hardin instructs, grabbing by my calves and pulling up my legs and spreading them wide in front of his naked crotch, then he puts my heel behind him on the edge of my tall headboard. The height of my headboard keeps my ass uplifted from the mattress. He sits on knees close to me and grabbing his bare length he points his tip on my core. I sigh by his tip touches on my fold and he moves his hardness over my clit in small circle, in the same way my fingertip were moving in a circle before. Relocating he starts to taps his thick flesh on my wrecking bud, gently but rapidly, then placing his tip back on my bud as he moves it again. "Grab your tits." He says with his heavy voice and a rush of blush creep up on my chest hearing the filthy words. "Don't be shy baby, it's just me. So do it. Touch yourself." He commands, softly Listening to him I bring my both hand from the edge of the mattress to down on my chest. I close my eyes as I shyly take one of my breasts and knead them. He moans, making my confident boost so opening my eyes looking up at him I massage them. Giving him a full show, I palm both of my breast with my small hands, first kneading them then push them together to create a line between my breast and then push them up and down and in circle too before tugging at my hard nipples up "Fuck Tessa you look so sexy doing this." He groans {COMPLETED✓} It's a continuation, from when Tessa leaves Hardin before his graduation to the Landon's wedding DETAILED VERSION. In Hardin and Tessa's POVs. All credit goes to Anna Todd It's a fan fiction.I took moments from After ever happy(After 3), Before, Nothing more and Nothing less(Landon series) for creating this story HIGHEST RANKING- #1 in Hardin on Jan 26,22 #1 in Tessa on Oct 24,22 #1 in Annatodd on Jan 26,22 #1 in Hessa on April 29,22 #1 in Aftermovie on August 6,22 #1 in Afterstory on October 8,22 #2 in Herofiennestiffin on May 2,22 #5 in Josephinelangford on December 1,22

[MATURE CONTENT] KILLER x THIEF Since the day she was born, RORY YOUNG has been told she's too smart for her own good. Getting by easily on her brains and beauty, she strides through life knowing she can outsmart any opponent - especially the idiot customers she see's every night. But her luck runs out one night when she steals from the wrong man. And when the devil himself comes knocking on her door to collect, Rory has finally met her match. Except the devil doesn't ask for his things back. He kills for it. So why didn't he pull the trigger?

❝It was the minute that I couldn't see those green eyes anymore that everything went dark.❞

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

"Oh, but I think you will. You're just dying to tear everything apart, aren't you baby?" Harry narrows his eyes in amusement, a malicious smile playing on his lips. I feel a surge of boldness at his condescending words, the cool of my pen tucked behind my ear startling me slightly. "So what if I am?" "You're just so full of vengeance, yeah?" Harry's bloody fingers tap underneath my chin, careful not to smear any of the substance on his fingers on my body. "Yes." I cock my head in defiance, not wanting to give in quite yet. "You know, maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I'd think you're hot." A slow, sadistic smile crosses Harry's face like he's thoroughly enjoying having me in a position like this. I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest like a shield of my very own. "I'd prefer you didn't think about me at all." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlett Thatcher is hired as a publicist for the now world-famous band, Ecstasy. A young woman picking herself up from old habits, Scarlett is looking for vengeance, ready to go to any length necessary. Harry Styles is the lead singer for Ecstasy, ready to protect himself from the topsy-turvy famous world. Full of secrets, he's not afraid to scare anyone straight out of his life. What will happen when these two ticking bombs collide together?

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