"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

He's fighting for the rush that keeps him alive. She's fighting to be seen in a world that has overlooked her. Grace is a sweet 18 year old, future med student, who likes to keep her life on track for the sake of her already crumbling family. Harry is an underground boxer who isn't who he seems to be in the ring. What happens when they meet? !CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

In a world shadowed by secrets and scars, Electra Belikov walks a dangerous path forged by a past steeped in violence and betrayal. Haunted by memories she fights to bury, she's learned to survive on her own terms - ruthless, guarded, and fiercely determined. The streets she navigates are unforgiving, filled with broken promises and silent threats lurking just beyond the edges of light. When a figure from her past resurfaces unexpectedly - a man with cold, green, piercing eyes and a presence that unsettles even her - the fragile balance she's built begins to unravel. Unseen forces move in the shadows, weaving a web of manipulation and revenge, pulling Electra deeper into a game where trust is a weakness and survival demands more than just strength. As old wounds reopen and new dangers close in, Electra must confront the ghosts that shaped her and face the dark truths that threaten to consume her. In a world where power is currency and loyalty is rare, the line between hunter and hunted blurs. And no one is truly safe. "Darkness is not absence of something, It's only the ultimate truth" -DEVILART CREATORS /// This story contains MATURE language and EXPLICT content. Read the warnings before continuing to the story.

She was the girl - vintage fur coat, gold sunglasses, a drink in one hand and destruction in the other. Inez Monroe doesn't chase fame. She was born into it. French model, tabloid obsession, and the kind of party girl who dances barefoot on yachts and never texts back. She's chaos in red lipstick - and Harry notices her the second she walks into that New York afterparty. She leaves before he can speak to her. But when he sees her again - glitter-smeared, high, laughing with someone who doesn't deserve her - he steps in. He doesn't know it yet, but that night will change everything. Before the solo music. Before the headlines. Before the heartbreak. She becomes his muse. He becomes her escape. What starts as desire spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous to feel. Love - in hotel rooms, in lyrics, in late-night corner shops and quiet journal pages - until the world pulls them apart. Years later, he's the biggest name in music. And she's the one girl he never forgot.

Eden enjoys her simple life in New York City. She likes her job and how easily it is to blend in, she likes city culture, and she likes going home at the end of the day when that social battery is eventually drained. But at the same time, she's lonely, and wants that to change. Even though she isn't actively looking for romance, she's open to it. Harry enjoyed his life in New York City too. He was established in his particular field of work, successful, and his extroverted nature helped him keep busy. But after his most recent, and unexpected, breakup, he realizes how much of his life is a facade. So now he's not, and probably never will be, open to romance again. Probably.

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."

"He stole her freedom. She might just steal his heart." Florence Madden is quiet, soft-spoken, and sweet-the kind of girl who blushes when strangers talk to her and keeps her nose buried in books instead of chasing danger. But when the wrong man notices her, her peaceful world shatters. Harry Styles is cruel, cold, and completely untouchable. A powerful figure in the underground mafia, he's built his empire on fear, blood, and control. When Florence crosses his path, he doesn't see a girl-he sees an opportunity. He kidnaps her, forcing her into his world of gunfire, drugs, and loyalty paid in blood. She's not supposed to fight back. She's not supposed to matter. But there's something about her innocence that chips away at Harry's darkness-and something about his danger that calls to Florence like a siren song. Their connection is forbidden. Their chemistry is explosive. And in a world where love is a weakness, falling for each other might be the most dangerous crime of all

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

She had nothing left to lose. He had everything to protect. When Mia stumbles into Harry Styles' world with a past she can't remember and pain she can't quite name, neither of them expects the bond that will form in lockdown. What begins as a quiet rescue turns into something far deeper. Music, secrets, grief, and love tangled between shared sheets and unspoken truths. But Mia's hiding more than heartache. And Harry's about to learn that even the most beautiful muse can carry the heaviest ghosts. Inspired by memory, healed by music, and threatened by the spotlight. Can they survive this?