(Completed!) I swore I saw him, standing there in the darkness. But it couldn't be him, he was gone. He was dead and he had been for a year now. // resurrect: verb -revive or restore the memory or being of something. // Lydia White has moved on with her life following the supposed death of the man she loved. But she has no idea that her life was about to change all over again, because someone is lurking in the shadows. Maybe Harry wasn't dead after all. // THIS IS A SEQUEL TO 'CRUMBLE'!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THAT BOOK YET THEN PLEASE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND READ IT BEFORE YOU START THIS ONE!

The thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down. I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" the child-like tone of his voice sending shivers down my spine. I pinch my eyes close, praying to any higher authority out there that he just goes away. The footsteps come to a halt, and for a moment I think that he gave up but the doors that barrier me from him open. "Polo." He grunts as his large hand wraps around my wrist that is against my chest and pulls me outside the closet effortlessly, closing the door behind me and slamming me into it harshly. // Deception is pop/rock band that has taken over the world in the past two years. It stars Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. Drugs, sex, music, tour, spotlight, chaos and their side job, this is their life. // HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 In darkharry #1 in 1D #2 in onedirection Warnings: Contains mature and explicit content Drug abuse Language Violence Mental health

1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

Olives whole life has just been her and her dad and the carnival. Setting up, attending, and taking down everything. She doesn't understand why it's so important to her father. What happens when she makes a mistake and it follows her for years to come? What happens when she finds out the true background of the carnival? Will it all end in love or tragedy?

WILL BE BACK SOON. A NOCEUR SEQUEL. THIS CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT. VIGIL - ONE WHO STAYS UP LATE WITH PURPOSE. "Roses aren't always red and violets aren't exactly blue, the society we live in never seems to speak the truth." "Smiles aren't always happy and frowns aren't always upset, people judge too quickly and our feelings are what they forget." ♡ STARTED: JAN 5TH 2023 // REWRITING SOON. ♡

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

Her deepest secrets are inked into her skin, the black lines a reminder of her dark past. No one can find out about them... Not even him. Everyone has three lives: A public life, a private life, and a secret life. For Adilyn her public life appears normal, with medically trained hands delivering infants into the world every day and friends by her side; her life seems happy. But lies and secrets are like cancer of the soul, they eat away at what is good and leave only darkness behind. For Adilyn, darkness spreads uncontrollably through her; the pain and secrets of her past surging it through. However, when a persistent man presses his way into her life, surprising feelings are forced her way: compassion, affection, warmth, and most powerfully lust. Will she let the brightness of his presence puncture through the darkness? Or is the risk of her world shattering again too strong? Little does she know he has his own secrets that may just ruin her. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction PART ONE **** "I just binged this whole book AND OH MY GOD. Amazing, masterpiece. The talent. I've never gasped so many times in one book. Always left on my toes. Desperate for the next part!" "Wow that was intense wow very well done! Now excuse me while I stop my tears!" "I really love your story!! It's amazingly written x it definitely had me crying!!" "I appreciate you showcasing the beauty in the ordinary and how truly extraordinary that ordinary can actually be." "It feels like falling in love all over again."

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

"Are you going to kill me," I whispered, feeling a single tear roll down my face. He stopped his actions, running a hand over his face as he chuckled. My heart was thumping against my chest in fear as his moods changed so quickly. His laugh sent a shiver down my spine as he looked to the ceiling, an ominous grin on his face. He wouldn't kill me, right? Harry kept the smile on his face, turning to face me. I watched in anguish as he fished through his pockets, pulling out two knives and a pistol. Instead of using the items, he tossed them to the side, not once breaking eye contact "No, baby. I'm not going to kill you," I sighed in relief at his words, leaning my head back against the wall. Not allowing me the satisfaction of alleviation, he spoke again, his words leaving me more unsettled than before. "But you're going to wish I had." /// "I had a few got drunk on you and now I'm wasted." She was drunk on him. His medicine was her. Madison is a 21 year old Cosmetologist. When she finds herself as the new stylist for a world renowned band, she signs up for more than she knows; A fatal love story between her and Harry Styles. A twist on the classic enemies to lovers story, with more to love than to hate. ________________________________________ MATURE CONTENT credits @watermelxnsugarx