"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:

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. A story about the blur between good intentions and bad timing - about everything you said you'd quit, and the people you only meet because you were too hungover to call in sick. It's Billie's mess, mostly. She just didn't mean for him to walk into it. ⧉ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙈𝙮 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. ⏣ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝘼𝙄 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧.

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up ~~~~ I look over at her, her eyes gleaming, "What is this?" All she does is admire her creation in front of her for a moment; the three cairns lined up side by side next to each other. When she finally turns to me, I can tell her eyes are glossy from tears welling up at her waterline. "I'm making my own family." ~~~~ A story in which a girl struggling with trauma falls in love with a boy that is too. Can they help pull each other out of the hole they've dug or will they bury themselves even deeper? DO NOT COPY MY WORK © copyrighted 2025 ~~~~ highest ratings: #1 in fineline #1 in hslot #1 in soloharrystyles #1 in zaynmalik #1 in louistomlinson #1 in styles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #7 in 1direction -- started: February 17th, 2025 ended: (ongoing)

"Why are you doing this to me?" The grey swirls look up from the stupid book he's reading. They glower in the dim lights. "And what am I doing to you, Amaya?" Hayes asks calmly and I ball my hands into fists, seething at his ignorance. "Well?" "You're hurting me." "I'm protecting you." He says, glancing back at the book. "By pushing people away from me? By stopping me from doing what I want? When did that become your choice?" "From the moment I stuck that ring on your finger and promised myself that I'll never let you be in that same position as you were last year." He snaps his book shut, and glares down at the Rolex enclosed on his wrist. "So that's it? You'll just keep me under your control?" "Darling, I'm just trying to protect you. Why can't you see that?" My Professor rises from his seat and runs his hands down his suit. "When we get married-" "If we get married." The grey swirls snap to me like lightening and his jaw flexes. My heartbeat quickens and I make a turn towards the door, now desperately wanting to leave his office. "If we get married?" He repeats, walking dangerously quick towards me as I try for the door. "If we get married?" Slam! His sudden closeness to me, the way I can feel his hot breath by my neck is enough to send me spiralling in both fear and excitement. Hayes spins me around and pushes me back against the door. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him, his gaze sending jolts to my lower stomach. "When we get married." He utters, trailing his thumb along my bottom lip. "When we get married, my love. Say it to me." "When we get married." I whisper weakly, my eyes glued to his face. "Good." His lips curl upwards and my cheeks flush against my will. I wait for him to kiss me, I wait for him to tell me that he loves me. But instead he takes a step back, glancing down at his watch. "Your class is about to start, Miss. Falke. I suggest you run." #3 high - 06/11/2025 #3 engaged - 12/11/2025 #1 high - 16/01/2026

"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

Morgan is the epitome of rainbows and sunshine. His favourite part of the day is knowing he can spread his positivity to his loved ones. Beyond his crazy stories and fluorescent wardrobe, he's a guy of warmth and comfort. Brooks is going through the toughest time of his life. Whilst running a multi-million pound company and finalising a divorce after finding his husband in bed with someone else, he struggles to keep an optimistic mind for the future. He swears off falling in love again and vows to spend the rest of his life alone. When Brooks desperately needs an assistant to help with his chaotic workload, Morgan comes bounding into his life like a bowling ball wrapped up in Christmas lights. Brooks has never met anyone like Morgan before and has his patience tested wildly on a daily basis. But when Brooks looks into Morgan's vibrant and colourful life, he wonders how different everything would be if he allowed himself to be happy. Especially when his life started becoming a lot brighter since Morgan walked into it. What to expect: - CEO x assistant - grumpy x sunshine - millionaire - mental health rep - cheating ex and trust issues - forced proximity - jealousy/angst (lots of it) - spicy scenes - dual POV

"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?