***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

regal /ˈriːɡ(ə)l/ of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified. Sometimes we love in fingertip touch, and it's just as close as we can get. A story inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's experience with the royal family.

Remnant /ˈrɛmnənt/ a part or quantity that is left after the greater part has been used, removed, or destroyed. When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime. Remnant. A story on grief and loss.

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

'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?"

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [Completed - 01/21/21] Preview: "Tell me something, Killer." Harry murmured. "Tell me what goes on inside your head." "You don't want to see what goes on in my head," I said with a short laugh. "I do." "My thoughts would suffocate you." "Try me." I took a deep breath. "Okay, well right now I'm thinking about what would happen if I just stood up and jumped off the roof." Harry shifted beside me. "My heart would stop beating the second you were in the air." I glanced over at him. "At least give me the option to jump with you," Harry said with a chuckle. "I'm sure I could find a way to save us before we reached the bottom."

It's 1977. Harry is the town's trouble maker with a natural charm. Marley is the outspoken girl that refuses to fall for it. After an unexpected friendship forms, the two naive teenagers are forced to grow up overnight and face their new adult responsibilities. Would they manage to make it work, or would they eventually crumble under the pressure?