This is the continuation, third and final book of the tryst series. Summary will be updated once the book begins and the first few chapters are up. You can check out the preface included in this book in the mean time. [i'll be back i promise]

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow, he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled

"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up. "I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier. He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys." That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient. "Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here." I hesitated, taking one step forward. His eyes sharpened. "Crawl." ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Started - 13th February 2025 Ended - ???

He loathe his wife, yet he can't take his eyes off her. He wants her gone, yet he can't seem to stay away. He wants her to suffer, yet he's overly fond of her sweet smile. He wants her to hate him, yet he craves for her love.. ⚠️Warning!⚠️ This story contains : • sexual / mature content • foul language • abuse • violence • sexual assault Highest Rankings : #1 Adult #1 Don #1 Sweet #1 Mafiaromance #1 Marriage #1 Trauma #1 Adorable #1 Grumpysunshine #1 Mobboss #1 Soulmate

Harper Quinn just wanted to survive her first real job on tour. Instead, she gets thrown into the deep end: eighteen-hour days, a crew that quickly starts to feel like family, and a former boy-band heartthrob who keeps showing up exactly when she least expexts it but needs it most. As the tour moves through Europe, the line between professional and personal starts to blur in ways none of them ever planned for, and the life she thought she was building back home starts falling apart. Backstage is a story about learning who you are when the spotlight isn't on you, about the family you find when you're far from home, and about a slow-burn romance that neither of them saw coming, but both of them might need. **Please keep in mind that I've never written a story this long before and that english is not my first language. I try the best I can and am greatful for all the feedback I get, but always remember to treat people with kindness :) ** STARTED: 27/01/2026 MOMENTS: #1 harrystyles (29th July) #1 harryedwardstyles (13th May) #1 stylesfanfic (28th May) #1 softharry (24th July) #1 styles (7th September)

Harry Styles: The world's youngest self made Billionaire CEO. He's sexy, he's powerful, he's every girls dream and every mans idol. He's the most talked about business man in the world, and he knows it. To the world, Harry Styles looks like a cold, heartless and empty business genius. However, on the inside, he's a damaged, warped, sex driven, twisted young man. Harry desperately needs love, a love to show him there is light in the world. Payton O'Brian: A fresh out of college mess. She's looking to build her name in the business world, all while juggling her crazy family and the problems life throws at her. Taking a friendly tip , she applies for an internship at Styles Incorporation. Little did she know, her world was about to be turned upside down by a man who is broken, cold, and completely in love with her. ~CAST~ Harry Styles - Playing himself Payton O'Brian - Lily Collins Mark Andrews - Leonardo Dicaprio Abbey Lexington - Kiera Knightly Luke- Tyler Oakley Louis Tomlinson - Playing himself Liam Payne - Playing himself Niall Horan - Playing himself Anne Styles - Playing herself Gemma Styles - Playing herself Ashton Irwin - Playing himself Dr. Emma - Gabrielle Union Mr. O'Brian - Bruce Willis Anastasia O'Brian - Sophie Turner Mrs. O'Brian - Emily Blunt THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: LANGUAGE DRUGS ALCOHOL EXTREAME EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT ***Disclaimer*** This IS an inspired play off of the book series "Fifty Shades of Grey" by E.L James. However, it is written in a fan fiction style using Harry Styles as the main character. This story is Copywrited and though I got my initial inspiration from Fifty Shades of Grey, I changed MOST aspects and added many different elements to the story to make it my own.

"You'll never know," he said with that familiar, raspy laugh. For twenty-four-year-old psychologist Joyce De Graaf, Harry Styles was nothing more than a fleeting encounter in a New York club. A stranger whose world lay miles away from her own. When a fateful quarantine forces them to shelter together in a luxurious villa, the lines between strangers and lovers begin to blur. While the world outside stands still, Joyce fights the demons of her past that come alive in the dead of night. Harry, however, is determined to break down the walls around her heart. In a world consumed by cameras and rumors, they try to find a connection that only the two of them understand. But how can you truly let someone in when you haven't even forgiven yourself? Content Warning TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit themes, including sexual assault, domestic abuse, depressive thoughts, and suicide.

Harry grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Exactly, baby. I want our next encounter to be somewhere more... interesting." Louis chuckles, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his expression. "And where, pray tell, do you have in mind?" Harry leans in, his lips brushing against Louis' lips. "How about my bed?" Louis pulls back, feigning shock. "Your bed? Seriously? Isn't that a bit forward, Mr. Styles?" Harry smirks, his fingers tracing light patterns on Louis' thigh. "Oh, I just want to have you all to myself, love." "You're awfully confident, aren't you?" "I have every reason to be, considering you're irresistibly mine." "Yeah. Fuck you, Harry." ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦.•♫•♬•♬•♫•.◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦.•♫•♬•♬•♫• Problems. Restrictions. Obsession. Anger. Redemption. Taming. Love? Things get messed up, but back to normal. Messed up again....back to normal again? Louis is only eighteen, and he dances and strips for money in an elite gentlemen's club. Sticks to his business and business only. His pureness attracts people. Harry is a domineering, rich man, and he becomes the new owner of the club. And now he really wants to have this boy at any price, because Harry knows that everything can be bought. But Louis doesn't seem to reveal his price. MATURE MATURE MATURE MATURE MATURE *Don't comment on my story saying it's not for me or these themes are not for me. It's marked mature, so you know what to expect.*

Milo has spent his life running, hiding, and being told there's something wrong with him. Caught at the gates of a powerful kingdom, he's labeled an intruder. until two kings begin to question what they've been taught about monsters, mercy, and care. Slowly, they begin to show him there's nothing to fear, to show there's nothing wrong with him, and nothing wrong with wanting love and care. _______ ________ ________ ________ _______ Warning! : This book contains age regression, used by the main character Milo as a coping mechanism. This book will contain mental health issues, sensitive and mature contents. Please, click off if you don't think this is for you.

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: