**MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE** -𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝'𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖- Sydney Brooks and Harry Styles always find a way to turn each other on, hands never to themselves and mouth always in the right places. Let's follow their little adventure.... This is basically a one shot book. Each chapter will be a different scenario, just using the same characters. Requests are open! You can send us your own fantasy using our OC and make it as kinky, as steamy or soft as you like.

[UNEDITED] 'cause once you go without it, nothing else will do • • • "Why angel?" he asks, smiling, and I nod. "Cause you- you're my sweet creature and angels...angels are sweet creatures." My stomach flutters at his words. He did not only call me a sweet creature, but he also called me his. I don't think he noticed that but I did. I say the next words that come to my mind without thinking twice about them and not making any sense to him. "And you are my beautiful sunflower." • • • contains sexual content, minor drug/alcohol use

One year after they first met, makes her realize that first impressions are not always the best.

A collection of my favourite stories that I managed to salvage from Tumblr!

Where Harry Styles is Frankenstein's Monster. (Originally created for Spooky Week 2018, but their story continues.) ➝ Halloween Trailer: https://youtu.be/P0D1iQ760I0 ➝ Holiday Trailer: https://youtu.be/M4jwcR5kVJg

[COMPLETED] *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Harry is clueless when it comes to stuff relating to the bedroom. His nervousness on the topic has made him avoid finding out what it's like being with someone else. He lets his secret slip one night to his best friend of eight years, Arden, who then lends a helping hand to show him what he's missed out on all these years. A short story about self discovery. "We have two rules; no kissing and no catching feelings." A Harry Styles AU.

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

A collection of smutty one-shots. Enter at your own risk.

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019