[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] Red Herring (noun): a clue or piece of information which is or is intended to be misleading or distracting. "She's so damn naïve." Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I maybe even feel a little bad doing this to her." Mike smirked back at him, "Awe, look at that... is the sex that good that you're completely whipped for this chick?" "Give me a break." Harry scoffed with an eyeroll and Mike chuckled, "Well, the thing is that she has no idea who you are which gives you a wide range of options." Harry slowly nodded in thought, "That's true. She'll be crushed though, I think she likes me." "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you like her too. Since when do you care?" Mike frowned suspiciously and Harry shook his head, "I don't. Let's go." In which a timid girl with a way-too-big heart gets caught up in business she shouldn't be caught up in. Stella Cameron finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about herself, her family and the world when she gets - literally - tangled up with Harry Styles, who might not be who he claims he is. **Started: January 2022 **Finished: June 2022 Reader's discretion advised.

[complete] When Kade discovers that her incredibly annoying classmate, Marcel Styles, is living under a double personality, her attention for him is immediately piqued. Little does she know that by attempting to discover things that are better off kept away, she'll be thrown down a spiral where she'll come to find that everything in her life has been a secret, and everyone she loves has been pretending.

***Mature content read at own risk*** Wedding ring, proposal, what's next kids? Yes you got it, 2 of 'em.

Clara Delaney was never supposed to get a second chance. But when the industry's golden boy, Harry Styles, invites her into his world, doors she thought were sealed forever swing wide open. Overnight, everything she once dreamed of; fame, recognition, even love, feels within reach. It's perfect. Almost too perfect. Fame, friendship, love... suddenly, it's all hers. But in an industry built on lies, Clara is about to learn that nothing is ever as perfect as it seems. Fabricated, even.

"Please just let me stay here. I have nowhere to go." I beg him standing at his doorstep. "Why would I?" He snaps. I feel so small,so lonely and cold under his intense gaze. "I'll do anything. Please,Harry." I sob. "Just leave." He responds closing his door. I put my hand on the doorknob just in time,making him stop. "Please." I plea looking up at him. He looks at me like I am an abandoned dog he met on the street. "Just for tonight,please. What do you want in return?" He stares at me for a second thinking about my words. After checking his surroundings he leans closer to me. "Your body." He whispers making me froze. My eyes widen at his disrespectful wish. This is so rude and arrogant but I should have known better than coming to him. I knew this would happen. 'C'mon, Amanda it's just one night,you said you would do anything. You have no other option.' I recover,gaining my confidence back. "Okay." [WARNING: sexual content, violence, strong and explicit language.]

A tragic tale of love and betrayal... If you clicked on this, and don't read the whole book, i hope you feel bad Every time you vote, the earth will gain 500 more hobama shippers, let's build our family. 🥺 THANK YOU FOR 3K MY HOBABIES 🥺💕 We had 3k but I deleted some chapters :( #16 in Obama 🥺 #2 in barackobama 🥺 #3 in hobama 🥺 #1 in michelleobama 🥺

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[a harry styles fanfiction] - mafia!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ "Even most cold-hearted bastards have a heart. She has every intention of working her way into his." This wedding wasn't about love or trust choice. It was about duty and honor, about doing what was expected. A bond to ensure peace. ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]

I flip him over, my hand quick to rip off the bandana covering half of his lower face - revealing a cocky smirk on the bastard's face. "Ah, didn't expect you to be top, but then again, you're full of surprises." He snickered, making me tighten my grip around his wrists. I put both of his hands together over him, using one of my hands to hold them both down while using the free hand to brush the hair off his forehead. He squints his eyes, watching me closely as I trail my fingers down from his cheek to his cross necklace. "Wow, Mr. Styles. Gotta admit, didn't know you would be as attractive as they said you are," I slowly say, a smirk forming on his lips. "Too bad I have to kill you." *** a story about two assassins having a hit for each other, but things don't go as planned when they have to team up to save their own lives

Stock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.