My little shadow, I watch you when you sleep, I haunt you in your dreams and I will surely never let you go. The second I laid my eyes on you I knew I needed to have you...I needed to own you. You're mine, only mine. And I don't like it when people take what's mine. I'll steal for you. I'll kill for you. I'll die for you..., even when it means taking you with me to hell. And here you are so quiet and shy, so helpless and vulnerable, exactly how I want it to be. There's no where to escape little shadow. I'll be watching you. Always. - When you're forced to live in the same house as the devil himself. ·:*¨༺ ♱ ☠︎ ♱ ༻¨*:· #1 IN DARKHARRYSTYLES #1 IN DARKONEDIRECTION ///CONTAINS HIGHLY DISTURBING CONTENT///

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."

Zayn Malik is an ex boy band singer- and her childhood closest friend. He took an unexpected direction after he left the band, getting involved in the unknown. Jazzlyn June is an English literature student, aspiring author, and writes poetry to cope. During her senior year of university, she took advantage of her passion and applied for some jobs. she received an interview approval from a prestigious music management industry, claiming to have the perfect match with a singer. ----- "You knew?!" I asked, mortified. "Jazz this was years ago!" Harry said. "How come I do not know?" "Well, you didn't know when he left us either, did you?" He regretted his words as soon as he said them. Shaking his head he said, "Look, Jazzy, he is not who he used to be, okay. So much shit has happened after senior year, and he took the wrong path. We couldn't do what he asked, so he did it alone." "But-" "But nothing, Zayn is gone. This isn't him, this is Castillo." - Side note: I have a Pinterest board of the book's aesthitic, the link is in my bio if you want to check it out :)

Bakugou needs some new gear. Lucky for him, a new engineer has made her way to UA-- but God, does she push his buttons. This is a SLOW BURN Bakugou x Female Reader fanfic. There is SMUT, so if that isn't your thing, don't read. Characters are 18+ and in their final year at UA. Art for this series is on my Instagram and Tumblr (@pollypenname). WARNINGS: -Sexually explicit content -Swearing -Violence

"There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you-of kindness and consideration and respect-not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had." Includes Mature Content | 18+

{COMING SOON} In the underground world of illegal street racing, loyalty is everything, and love is the ultimate risk. Nova Hayes has spent her life protected by power, feared by association, and untouchable by order. As the daughter of the city's most notorious gang leader, she's a Blackthorn by blood... but not by choice. Harry Styles is the new name burning through the circuit-fast behind the wheel, reckless at heart, and haunted by a past he won't talk about. When he and his crew are pulled into the Blackthorn empire, he's warned to keep his eyes on the road and off the girl who's off-limits. But rules blur when engines roar and hearts misfire. In a world built on speed, secrets, and survival, some lines were meant to be crossed. And some crashes are inevitable. After all... She's the daughter of the king. He's the havoc she never saw coming.

In the world of the wealthy and powerful, an angel finds herself in need of protection, she is assigned a bodyguard - a beautiful and mysterious man. A man with secrets, but one who is determined to keep such an angel safe at all costs. She is drawn to him despite her better judgement, some excitement, some light into such a dark and dangerous life. // "We can't," I whispered, being the one to break the silence between us. The air between our faces was so thick it was almost as if it wasn't there anymore, I could hardly take in a breath. Everything was so warm, and the longer we spent like this, our lips just hovering an inch from each other, I became so much more aware of every way his body was touching mine. I hated him. We hated each other. Yet here we were, desperate to touch. "I know," Was all he said in response, darting his eyes down to my lips again, a small smirk on his face. Out of desperation, the way he had already got me so wound up, my body was overwhelmed by too many feelings. My hands travelled down from where I was grasping his biceps, I soothed my palms down his sides, his warm skin, before I was holding his hips, right above the waist band of the grey sweatpants he had on. He let out a low hum of approval, and a slow smirk spread across his face as soon as he realised what I was doing. His eyes met mine again and he tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He then blew out a slow breath, and the smirk on his face only grew wider before he whispered, "Fuck it." *** i loved you as icarus loved the sun. *** Start date - May 5 2022 ***

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///