e•phem•er•al-lasting for a very short time "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floor?" The deep voice speaks from above me. The same deep voice I heard yelling just seconds before the sound of a deafening gunshot down the hall. "I'm a room attendant, sir, I'm just doing my job." I respond fearfully, forcing my eyes from glancing up at the menacing man. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting closer and closer to my presence on the marble floor until I eventually spot a pair of pristine black loafers covered in blood. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." The gravelly voice says threateningly. I swallow. I stop scrubbing the floor and slowly glance up at the man. Immediately I am struck by the green of his eyes. They remind me of a snake as they stare at me with such intensity. "Good girl. Now, if you are just a room attendant, then why are you out here instead of cleaning one of the rooms?" He says with a sly smirk. I try not to express panic on my face as I search my head for a believable answer to give him but before I can even begin to respond he answers for me with a clicking of his tongue. "Now this..." The man sighs whilst bending down to my head level. "This is a bit of a complication for us isn't it." He finishes while his penetrating gaze bores into my slightly trembling stature. I'm fucked. ***Lena Taylor is a young woman working tirelessly as a room attendant at the world-renowned hotel known as the Styles Plaza, in hope that the job allows her to pay for her collegiate education. However, when she is caught at the wrong place and time, she discovers that the Styles Plaza is more than just a luxurious hotel. Left with no other options, she is trapped. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @makemeblush4 CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE/ SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH STARTED: DEC 2021

"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?

"Please just leave me alone." I whimpered "I can't do that. Baby you're mine." He said, I shivered when I felt his hot minty breathe down my neck, "only mine." he whispered.

- h.s.- a placid teenage girl, caged in by the sadistic acts and possessive attitude of her captor, finally sees the dull, gray area in the ceaseless war between love and life ~ Camille tried her hardest to steer clear of illegal activity. All her life, her parents were so caught up in her grades and behavior, and after almost 20 years, she's done her fair share of keeping her act clean. But one night when she and a friend decide to bust in on an old ex-boyfriend, things take a turn for the worst, and Camille lands herself in jail. Harry, leader of the said pack, has engraved himself a spot in the very cell in the California jail, and when Camille is thrown in alongside him, he stops at nothing to claim her as his own.

When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "Then what is?" There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us. "Not who but what...what am I?" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014.

"Are you my good girl?" he looks up at me with his dark eyes. His tongue slides across his sinister lips, only making me more anxious. I nod furiously, wanting him to make me his all over again. "Say it." he lowly growls, his grip on my hips tightening. "I'm your good girl, I'm yours forever."

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

"You know I can't just let you go." He says. "You have no choice" I weakly say with tears falling. "I'm not letting you go. I just can't allow you to leave me." He begins to walk over to me, I start to take steps back to create some distance. "You chose to do what you did." My voice cracks. "As much as I love you, I can't live with what you've done." _____________________________ I've always wondered who I was. I was born into a world where there was only one power. That power was demons. I was born on the day they took over. My whole life I've felt like I've never belonged. Like I was different from everyone around me. What I know now I realize why I felt like that. I'm finally learning who I am and see the world in a new light. It's all thanks to him. Harry Styles. __________________________ Top Rankings #1 in harrystylesfanfic- Aug 25th, 2019 #13 in harry styles- Feb 6th, 2019 #1 in harold- Jan 30th, 2019 #3 in good-vs-evil- Jan 29th, 2019 Started: Oct 20th, 2018 Completed: Aug 21st, 2019

"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine. For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected. "N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows while fiddling with my fingers as we walked down the empty church halls. My response only made his smirk grow before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my steps to a complete stop. Before I could question his actions, he pressed my back against the wall right beside us with slight aggression and brought his hips close to mine- his face now completely serious. My breath hitched and I began to feel an unfamiliar shock of sensation in between my legs as I felt something in his jeans growing against my thigh. What is happening? I watched his emerald eyes darkened right before me as he swiped his pink tongue across his cherry pigmented lips, lightly wetting them with his saliva. My eyes remained widened by the shockwave he had my body under, watching his every move and awaiting his response. Finally, his famous smirk slowly curled upon his lips once more while simultaneously leaning in and breaking the smallest gap between us until the tip of our noses brushed against each other. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the amount of chills that were forming on my body for this man. Six words eventually escaped his mouth that caused my knees to buckle. "Baby, we were born to sin." . . . **CURRENTLY REVISING FIRST FEW CHAPTERS** CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT- VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED All Rights Reserved to @Dstylesx Started: August 29, 2020