[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

in the story ↓ ↓ ↓ "Isn't he just a pocket full of sunshine?" he asks me with a sarcastic tone. I'm still trying to get over the fact he was flirting with me 10 seconds ago. "Who even is he?" I point my thumb back gesturing to the mystery man who seems to be quite a douchebag. "That's Cyrus. Cyrus Gray, the man that lives on the posters of every teenage girl's bedroom, has a body count probably higher than any number you can think of, the big, bad tuff guy with no fears, the lead singer of SeventhHeaven, and my best friend." My eyes widen at the last part. "You're friends w-with him? But you seem so sweet and he seems so-" My words stop abruptly as I feel a pair of hand squeeze my shoulders and a head lean into my ear. My eyes widen at the feeling and I look at Finn who is trying to hide his laugh due to the way I just tensed up. "So what, sweetheart? Go on, don't stop on my account" a voice with a subtle british accent fills my ears as I turn my head to look at the one next to mine and lock eyes with the most intense green eyes i've ever seen.

DARK-MATURE THEME // 18+ "I never craved attention until I tasted yours." ***** "Wait..did you f*cked me last night?" I spoke as soon as the alcohol seem to drain off and senses knocked back in. I'm wearing his clothes! He just smirks with his engaging emerald eyes set on mine. "What! Tell me that isn't true." I spoke, processing every move I made the previous night. "Well you were desperate to so..." he intentionally halt his words and mischievous smile all over his cherry lips. "I need words not hints Harry!" I'm insanely mad with what I'm experiencing. He stepped off the bed and stood away in front of the door. "Stand up and walk upto me now." He instructed, with a wink. I was confused but still did as I was asked to. "How does it answers my question?" I folded my arms in front of my chest with a furrowed look. He hold my lower waist to step close to me leaving no space between our bodies. "If I would've f*cked you, I'm sure you wouldn't have been able to walk this fine the next morning." He whispered, making my smirk grow. I couldn't help but have trust in his smooth yet filthy choice of words. ***** « Anne Winslet is trapped to be the new face of the future alongside world renowned artist Harry Styles. But everything was an ostensible way to silence voices that are not to be heard and a past determined to ruin. Zayn Malik » "You won't even see my face again if you knew what I've done & I can do." Mature Content (vulgar language/ drugs/alcohol/ sexual content/ physical- verbal- emotional abuse) 𝐴 𝐻𝐴𝑅𝑅𝑌 𝑆𝑇𝑌𝐿𝐸𝑆 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 Started: 2022 Highest Rankings: (till now) #128 harrystyles #146 zayn #117 onedirection

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"You were given the perfect name to be a stripper, damn shame you weren't given the ability to dance," he smirks, looking me up and down. "How would you know?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "I've been watching you the entire night." "I wasn't trying to dance well; I was just having fun. Trust me, if I wanted to strip, I would strip," I smirk moving the turn away. He lightly chuckles, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. "Oh yeah, baby, go on then, strip." ___________________________________________ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING TURNED INTO A PDF TO BE PRINTED EVEN IF IT'S FOR PERSONAL USE!

Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

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*

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"What's the matter Indie? Missed me so much you had to break me out of prison?" "Shut up, Styles, you know that's not why I'm here," I huffed, regretting this before it even started. He stood up and walked to the door of his cell, his long fingers gripping around the metal bars as he leaned against them, a smirk on his lips as always, almost like it was tattooed onto his face. "Oh, I know darling, I just want to hear you say it," he replied arrogantly. I pinched my eyes shut and tried to calm myself down so that I wouldn't try to shank him with the nearest object I could find. "I have a job I need to do," I replied vaguely, but he wasn't having it. "And?" He hummed. My fingernails dug into my palms harshly as I gripped my fists together, the words tasting like battery acid as they left my lips. "And I can't do it without you."