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 * ||

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

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*

"You have an edge on him." "Which is what?" "Her." Renny needed a job to makeup up for the loss of hers. Somehow a bartender job ended up as a waitress for an undercover, illegal casino. Harry Styles hated the attention she took away from the gamblers doing what they were supposed to do in his casino, gamble. But he hated the way they looked at her even more. She wasn't his, but she sure as hell would never be theirs.

Golden Book Two Golden. My favorite song written off the album - the first song I wrote about her - Aurelia Moon. My golden girl. She's had me wrapped around my finger since the night we met. Our memories run on repeat in my mind everyday since I last saw her. She's the light of my life, my sun and moon. Only now, her gaze is not filled with light; her eyes are hard and glaring, and I'm at fault. My heart plummets and sinks in my chest but I force a smile on the outside. "Aurelia..." I say with a forced smirk. I love saying her name and I know she always loved hearing it. "Still my muse, even now." My heart quickens with hope when I see the goosebumps rise on her soft skin. Even after all this time. *mature and explicit content*

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers "I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." I positioned my hands to the left and right of her head against the fridge, thus not giving her a chance to leave, but I know she didn't even want to, she's too curious. "I hate you too." she whispered back without hesitation and her hot breath hit my face. "I hate you so much it already hurts." **** Ashley Scott works at a special and top secret part of the CIA. Her task is to neutralize the most dangerous people in the world. It is unnecessary to mention how good she is at her job because her success speaks for itself. The people on the CIA's red list are the most wanted criminals. Every intelligence agency in the world is looking for them. And Harry Styles is one of the names on the list. He and his notorious gang 'Falling' are known for disappearing without a trace and suddenly reappearing. However, this always has consequences that lead to innocent people having to pay with their lives. Is it possible to kill a famous gang leader? And what is the worst thing that can happen when two people meet who hate each other's guts? Especially when they have to work together against their will to survive and to unravel a mystery.... **** ⚠️Warning⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGARE LANGUAGE, KINKS, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE AND INTENSE VIOLENCE /// Read at your own risk #2 in harrystylesfanfic #7 in harrystyles #1 in niallhoran #1 in zaynmalik {started: December 25, 2020 ; finished: November 30, 2021}

[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.

Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

"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