𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ?

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:

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. She's all straight A's and sensible shoes. He's leather jackets, loud bass, and vodka for breakfast. When a rule-following good girl crosses paths with a reckless, 6'3" blonde rockstar who lives like every night is his last, sparks fly-and not the safe kind. "Lighten up, Miss Perfect. One drink won't kill you," he smirks, vodka in hand, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I don't drink," she replies, but her voice wavers as he leans in, all heat and danger and that maddeningly lazy grin. She knows he's trouble. Older. Wild. Addicted to chaos and charm in equal measure. But something about him makes her pulse race-and her carefully built world start to crack. If her parents knew she was even talking to someone like him, they'd lose their minds. But maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what she needs.

Emily kommt nach Mystic Falls um bei ihrer verbleibenden Famile sein zu könne.Doch das Mädchen wird in eine Welt gezogen,von der sie nicht gedacht hätte,dass sie exestiert. Erlebt wie die jüngste Gilbert zum Mittelpunkt der Übernatürlichkeit wird. Erlebt wie sie sich verliebt und ihr Spiegelbild alles daran legt dies zu zerstören. Erlebt wie übernatürliche Wesen um die Liebe eine Sterbliche kämpfen. Erlebt Mikealson gegen Salvatore. Erlebt Kol gegen Damon. #243 in Mystery 19.06.18

« Oh, 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘢, don't let me catch you, it could turn out badly for you... » Briana has always lived in fear, the fear of ending up like her parents: slaughtered. Maybe she should have thought twice before making a deal with the devil. It seemed so simple... Help her escape, and in exchange, he would help her investigate the murder of her late parents. But it hadn't gone as planned at all. She had found her wings clipped, her independence? Over. And him... Well, he had ended up in prison, for four long years, his freedom? Over. Damon was back now, ready to make Briana's life hell, he would destroy her, just like she had destroyed him. According to Damon, she was the bad guy, a demon disguised as an angel. What if he was wrong? What if he was tracking the wrong person? "I'll take the risk." "𝘞𝘦 take the risk." devil's night fanfic. damon torrance x fem!oc volume i & spin-off © -cursedcleo | 2024

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 -Ethel Cain DAMON: Will snorted. "You really think she killed that dude? She looks too cute. Like, I wanna pinch her cheeks, not call the cops." "She looks cute," I said, eyes narrowing. "Then she opens her mouth." MARY: "I get that there's... something between you two, but he's dangerous." I let out a quiet laugh. If only they knew. If they knew about half the shit I'd done, they wouldn't be warning me about Damon. They'd be warning him about me.

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She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

*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