"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

Where Harry is one of the two anonymous murderers in a small town, and his girlfriend goes missing. "There's a bloodbath in his mind." Highest Ranking: #286 in Mystery/Thriller #spookyhoesonlychallenge

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

* 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

Harry Edward Styles. Room 402 at Eastwood Mental Asylum. Known for turning his victims psychotic. To be handled with extreme precaution.

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

Beneath the glittering facade of London lies a dark underworld where rival gangs battle for power. Melanie, the fierce daughter of a mafia leader, returns to the city after years of hiding in Italy. At a glamorous masquerade ball in London, Melanie meets the man who has haunted her for years-Harry, a dangerous rival leader. His mission is to deliver her to her ruthless mother, Carolina, who wants her dead.

"Harry. Come over tonight?" "I can't.. I was sleeping." He said, slightly annoyed that I called him up at like 3 in the morning. "Please." I rolled my eyes. I waited for a response, as I could hear shuffling at the other end of a line. "Do you want to have sex tonight?" I smiled, biting my lip. "Pleasure to." He lowly chuckled, as I yawned. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." "I'm naked under the sheets." "Maybe five, then." I could hear him moving around already, me guessing he was fumbling with his jeans before I hear him head downstairs. I smirked. "Oh and by the way." "Yeah?" He breathed out. "I hate you." -------------------------- We were the complete opposites, as you can see.. But we both had one single thing in common. COPYRIGHTED © BritishBums COVER MADE BY: BritishBums (lol) EDITOR: fivesaucetbh

*DARK HARRY. PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED* 1987. Summer. Harry. Daisy. Daisy and Harry. Love? Love. Sick. Sick. Sick. Twisted. Tainted. Trick. • • • Her mind is not kind. Her memory fades. And the girl is falling in love with the green eyed man who has loved her before. "An illusion is usually dark by the end." • • • The trick, is to remember. WARNING: Mature content, mature language, mature scenes, dark themes, sensitive topics, mental health, manipulation, triggering situations.