Céline, a strong and independent woman, with a rough, misfortunate, and violent past. Harry, a troubled and depressed man, with a incredibly successful and privileged past. Both of them carry dark lies and hidden secrets. Neither want to get out willingly. What will happen when these two completely opposite souls, collide into one another's lives and will they be able to save each other? .. "Thank you, C," he softly spoke. The letter he said, my name, felt so powerful to me. It was so simple, but I felt like simplicity defined me. Leonardo da Vinci said, "Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication". I suppose that simple nature made me sophisticated in a way that I hadn't seen before. Harry made me feel unique on a level that I never knew existed. .. Awards x 7: • Kiwi Styles Awards 2020 - 1st Place - Overall Winner • Kiwi Styles Awards 2019 - 1st Place - AU Category Winner • Kiwi Styles Awards 2019 - 2nd Place - Overall Winner • The Autumn Awards 2018 - 3rd Place - Fanfiction Winner • Discover Your Talent Awards 2018 - 1st Place - People's Choice Category Winner • The Untitled Awards 2018 - 3rd Place - Fanfiction Category Winner • Writer's Circle Awards 2019 - 1st Place - Fanfiction Category Winner Rankings: • #40 in AU | 17.01.2019 • #151 in HarryStyles | 01.02.2019 • #35 in #Emotional | 05.02.2019

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

He lives in daydreams with me. Harry Styles daydreams that I turned into one shots & short stories. -coarse language, sexual content. 18+. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

Ashton has known " the boys" since her junior year of high school. Her brothers friends were constantly getting her into trouble, Harry especially. She hated him more than anyone but as much as she wanted to go her own way, his hands pull pulled her back to him time and time again. Things have changed since then. She's older now. She's got her own life and chased her own dreams, but a life has a funny way of dragging us back to what we've known... and we can't escape no matter how hard we pull away. This story is not sunshine and rainbows. It is harsh and dark and will be very at times. It is also funny and sexy and smutty, so read at your own risk. . . . . This fic is for 18+ it contains MATURE AND EXPLICIT content including : spanking, choking, threesomes, drugs, death, oral sex, and many other fun activities so PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THINGS OF THAT NATURE. It will also touch on addiction, loss, grief, and other heavy topics.

!!Story contains mature and explicit content!! ************* Deliverance- The action of being rescued or set free. Grey Monroe is given 60 days to pay back her debts. 60 days to free the only family she has. Desperately she turns to the quickest cash she knows; an underground gambling tournament. Harry Styles is constantly searching for the next cash grab. When he stumbles upon an underground gambling tournament, he knows he's found his newest scheme. That is until his path crosses with Grey. Despite their desperation to keep business and pleasure separate, they find themselves entangled with one another. A story of love, pain, tragedy, discovery, and deliverance. Book Started- April 5th, 2021

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

"Thank you for listening to Dawn FM, dead or alive every morning at 7am." • • • Set in 1987, Maggie Holmes is hired as a temp placement at Dawn FM for the summer. She gets to know the radio personalities, some more than others. One of the hosts, Harry Styles, has an entire segment dedicated to true crime. What happens when she finds out he isn't being entirely truthful about what he is telling his listeners? [Published Feb. 2022] #1 dawn #1 darkharrystyles #6 grunge #10 Punk

ON HOLD // "What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me. "Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuine laugh flashing his perfect smile handing me a cup filled with a clear liquid. "Angel is more fitting than your full name, it's all I see when I look at you." // *NOT A SLOW BURN*

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

"Please Harry! I promise I won't do anything ever again, just please don't hurt me," I beg as I look into his now dark eyes. I see him pull out a scarf, as involuntary tears start to stream down my cheeks. "Don't worry babe. I'm not going to kill you," he says as he brings up his big hand to my face and uses his thumb to wipe away a tear. "I am only going to make you wish that you were dead," he whispers devilishly into my ear. || Annabel Fleming is finally getting a week off from her stressful college life. When she runs into Harry, a strange mysterious guy with dark hair, green eyes, and odd clothes. She somehow ends up waking up on a colorless island and not knowing how to escape.|| *This story contains dark and mature content. You will get no other warning.*