"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

*EDITING* cause im a pure sucker lol highest ranks: #68 in fanfiction, #3 under "starry" bless ya souls "Just get over it Marcel, look at me. I'm taken, I'm popular, and everyone loves me-now look at you." "B-but you don't understand-" "I do. Idiot." Marcel was the nerdy boy who had only cared about his studie.. While Stephanie Matthews was the popular girl with a natural beauty. Nobody ever cared about this Marcel boy, and nobody knew the real him. He was hiding a secret from everyone; there were two sides of Marcel. The first one known as Marcel, and the dark side also known as Harry, who happened to be Stephanie's boyfriend. "Who do you think you are?" © 2013 tropicalana

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Malory White is a young 20 year old girl who just finished college and started her own independent life.Who knew that it would be so hard? She lives in a small apartment and have a little money left from the money she got from her parents. Since she finished college she started to look for a good job.When she finally found one she met her arrogant, prick BOSS.. but you can call him Harry Styles Harry Styles the owner of Styles&empire, A man with a status.Player., Harry Styles can't stop but feeling attached to his new secretary. He would take her even in the corner of a room but does Malory want that..

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

Meredith's perfect life turned upside down after her parents death meaning she had to move in with her older brother and his wife. She had to start all over leaving everything behind. Starting a new school for her last year in high school has to be torture but after bumping into the town's bad boy everything piles up. Will something unexpected happen with the kind of person that she promised not to get involved with? (WARNING: This story concludes explicit language and very detailed sexual scenes!)

IMPORTANT: As of November 1, 2018, the last 15 chapters of the story have been taken down due to this book has been PUBLISHED. Link to purchase your copy of Bound is on my profile! ________________________________________________ Her mother's dying wish was for her to be happily married, even though she was only 19 years old. And now, Kelsey Ross has to do just that. Little did she know that the guy she was having an arranged marriage to was the one and only, Harry Styles. Kelsey only sees Harry as Harry Styles - world wide sensation. She's quiet around him and doesn't really put any effort into this marriage. She has barriers built up and Harry becomes determined to knock them down. For some reason, whilst in the midst of trying to get through to Kelsey, he starts seeing the real girl she is. The care-free, funny, witty girl she was before her mother passed away. And Harry will do anything to keep that Kelsey stay for as long as possible. (Cover by JennyNava) All Rights Reserved. Plot and concept is what I made up, and if anyone wrote something similar to this will be forced to take their story down.

Destiny Carolin Carter. The sweet innocent straight A student. And Harry Edward Styles, school's bad boy, who has a bunch of tattoos. The saying says: Opposites attract. Will it be the same between them? © Copyright reserved. 2013 @UncoveringLarry

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...