A dual one shot book: Harry Styles and Niall Horan Explicit Content | 18+ [NOT A NARRY SHIP- Each chapter is focused on either Harry OR Niall]

"My true name is Asmodeus," Harry growls, his top lip curling into a snarl as he takes a step towards me. "I am one of seven Princes of Hell, the embodiment of lust, the commander of hundreds of legions of Demons. One day soon, I will rule over all of Hell. I will be king." He reaches me in three silent strides, standing so close that his preternatural heat envelops me, suffocates me. Using a long, slender finger, he traces the curve of my bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Any air left in my lungs is expelled in a sharp exhale when he blinks; the striking green of his irises, and the whites of his eyes are replaced with solid black, like icy pools of onyx. "And you, Daniella," he whispers with a scrutinizing tilt of his head, "are going to help me." - CHECK INTRODUCTION FOR LIST OF TRIGGER WARNINGS

Elude (əˈlo͞od): evade or escape from (a danger, enemy, or pursuer), typically in a skillful or cunning way. In which Harry Styles finds himself enamored with his boss' fiancée.

-To be loved is to be changed- Harry Edward Styles, 20 year old college student and golden boy of the University of Southern California Tojan's football team has been secretly pining over Dorothea (Thea) since he first saw her sitting in his middle school math class 8 years ago. However, here they are now, best friends and beginning their Junior and Senior years of college together with Harry yet to make any effort to get the girl he's spent years wanting. Dorothea Grace Eston, 20 year old college student and biomedical engineering major has always been extremely focused and driven. That's not to say that she is cold, because she really is not. Thea just knows what she wants and she will do what it takes to make it happen. As far as romance goes, well, romance of any type has been off of the table for a long time. That is until the happy and easy-going friendship she shares with Harry starts to turn more emotional and develops into something more. How is she supposed to let someone like him fall in love with someone like her?

Isla Reid is a collegiate gymnast at Oklahoma University. Back in high school, Isla and her best friend, Harry Styles, became very close to one another. However, when exposed to an awkward situation, a rut was left between the two of them. Harry went to Michigan to pursue his gymnastics career, and Isla faced her own set of setbacks. After two years, Isla and Harry are forced to see each other again. Will the tension be too much to overcome?

Hadleigh, California. A quiet little mountain town with amazing people and even better views. Emory James found peace in Hadleigh after running from her past lead to her moving across the country. Harry Styles is in search of inspiration for his newest album and months of writers block following a terrible breakup. Sometimes you find what you long for the most in the people you least expect. ✿✿✿ 18+ // this story contains mature and explicit content

de•si•rous | /dəˈzīrəs/ | adjective • having or characterized by desire - "H-Harry?" I whisper, my eyes widening. I blink a few times to make sure I'm not going crazy. "What are you doing here?" He asks with furrowed brows, closing the door behind him as he takes a few steps towards me. "Are you in my class?" "Your class?" I question, tilting my head to the side. "No, I- wait, are you the professor?" He chuckles, his dimples popping out as a smile grows across his face. He runs his hand through his short brown curls; his hair used to be so long. He looks so... grown up. "I am," he nods, slipping his hands into his pant's pockets. "Oh... I guess I'm your teaching assistant, then." - CONTENT WARNING FOR LANGUAGE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

'A shameful tragedy it is that our stars failed to align, even though the record will show that we tried so many times.' We're taught to fear the monsters in the dark, the ones that chase you up the stairs, the ones that hide under your bed but what about the ones hiding in the depths of your basement? Have you been taught to fear the basement? The Ripley's and the Styles' are two very different families, sworn enemies. Harry Styles and Emersyn Ripley have never known anything different, the hatred burned into their veins however can't outweigh the deep rooted curiosity in their souls. "This was the story of Romeo and Juliet, how did you think it would end?"

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

"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