"I didn't mean spying, darling." he says while his fingers dance around to hold the cigarette in between the metal of his rings. "What I meant was everyone has secrets, even before you meet them." *** Becoming an Assassin was not just for a job. It became a game. Sloane Davenport was meant for that, being known for a top recruit spy agency, with dozen of names crossed and killed. Until a enemy threat becomes her choice between death or life. Love can be a lethal weapon. coarse language, sexual content 18+ HIGHEST RANKING #3 in ESPIONAGE (07/2023) #4 in SPYSCHOOL (10/2023) #4 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES (01/2025) #4 in HARRIES (08/2024) #9 in SPYSTORY (07/2023)

Being the publicist for Mirage, the hottest rising boyband? A dream come true. Dating their charismatic lead singer, Austin Black? Effortless. Juliet Cooper had mastered the art of control. Until she met Harry Styles. - TW: cheating, drugs/alcohol, sexual content, explicit language, mentions of death/trauma Thanks for reading!! STARTED: 03.06.2025

Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery-The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a space for art, the gallery is a world of carefully curated illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry-brilliant, accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

There was something about the brunette. Not just the danger, though that was obvious in the sharpness of his movements, the harsh authority in his voice; the way he seemed to own the space like the air and people around him were just another extension of him. - After being dragged on a night out with her best friend Mia, Riley stumbles across something she shouldn't have, putting herself and those closest to her at risk. All her life, Riley craved something she never really had; safety. But after getting herself involved in a life of drugs, crime, and rivalries, will the word 'safety' mean anything anymore? - top rank - #1 in darkrry

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish. He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?" My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do." He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?" // A mysterious man with a butterfly chest that beckons, and a girl made of delicate innocence meet in the woods-but connect under flickering neon and the hum of danger. She was summer daisies and a dove that soared. He moved like sin and smiled like salvation. Now she's tangled in sheets, secrets, and the kind of kisses that taste like gunmetal. Will the little dove save him, or will he drag her wings straight to hell with him? The world isn't just dark.
It's Vile. /// *Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

Harry's pov: Most people enter my world with either fear or greed in their eyes. Tara? She's different. She doesn't shy away, but she doesn't try to impress me either. She watches, quiet and calculating, as if she's piecing together a puzzle no one else sees. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, not loud or showy, but steady-like she knows exactly who she is, even if she's not entirely sure of her place here. I've spent years reading people, knowing their moves before they make them. But Tara keeps me guessing. She's not naive-I can see it in her guarded glances-but there's a softness there, a vulnerability she tries to mask with calm composure. She's careful with her words, but when she speaks, she doesn't back down. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under the weight of my name or the shadows I cast, but Tara holds her ground, and that intrigues me more than I'd like to admit. She doesn't belong in this world-not my world. I should leave her to find her way out, let her slip through the cracks before she gets caught in something she can't handle. But the way she looks at me, with curiosity rather than fear, makes it impossible to turn away. She's not a threat, not a challenge-at least not yet. But she's here now, and something about her makes me want to see what happens next.

In the shadowy corners of her mind, Dahlia Dalton has locked away a past filled with secrets and haunting memories. Her life is a carefully crafted blend of routine and solitude, where she believes safety lies in the mundane -until a masked figure lurks in the edges of her reality, a mysterious stalker who seems to know her every move. Their obsession sends chills down her spine and ignites a strange curiosity that she can't shake. As her fear begins to entwine with fascination, Dahlia finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, questioning her own sanity and desires. Amidst this whirlwind, she encounters Harry Styles-a tall, tattooed biker whose rugged allure promises a world far removed from her sheltered existence. As their chemistry ignites, Dahlia grapples with her growing feelings for this confident, rebellious man who seems to understand her like no one else. But can love truly flourish in such chaos, or will the dark shadows of her life threaten to overwhelm her? - STARTED: 12/14/24 FINISHED: //TBA\\ STORY IS ONGOING - !! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED !! !! DARK HARRY STYLES AU !! TW: DARK HARRY STYLES//SWEARING//TALKS OF MENTAL HEALTH//STRONG USAGE OF KINKS//STALKER ROMANCE//

Harry's hand came up slowly, his knuckles brushing her jawline with an infuriatingly gentle touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. "You know this can't be undone," he murmured, his voice rough, almost a growl. It wasn't a question; it was a warning, his way of giving her one last chance to walk away from the edge. Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to keep her composure. "I know," she whispered, her voice steady despite the chaos erupting inside her. "I don't care anymore." //When Amara Reed, the daughter of a feared mafia leader dares to walk away from the family empire, she finds herself caught in a web of betrayal, power, and secrets she can't outrun. Her defiance puts a target on her back, but nothing prepares her for Harry-her captor, her interrogator, and the wild card in a game she doesn't fully understand. With piercing green eyes, tattoos that tell stories he'll never share, and a devil-may-care smirk, he's both infuriatingly cocky and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more complicated as their sharp banter and electric tension reveal cracks in their carefully constructed walls. She's determined not to break. He's determined to uncover every secret she's hiding. But as their worlds collide, the line between captor and captive blurs, leaving them both questioning who's really in control-and what it will cost them when the truth finally comes out. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, how do you escape the chains of the past when the person holding the key might be the one who could destroy you?