Harry Styles owns Wonderland - the twisted Alice in Wonderland themed strip club where neon drips like blood and The Rabbit Hole devours anyone who gets too curious. No one leaves his basement the same. Most don't leave at all. Alice Bennett is the journalist hoping to shatter his empire. She lost her brother to one of the clubs exclusive events. No body. No answers. Now she's slipping inside, chasing evidence to expose the monster and his murders. She wants his downfall. He wants her soul. One touch. One lie. One irreversible fall. And a love that's all consuming. - He prowls over, slow and deliberate, stopping only a small distance away from me. A rich scent, vanilla and tobacco, engulfs and invades my senses. His warmth seeps through the layers of fabric and space between us. I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers grip my chin, his touch isn't gentle, but it's not bruising. His cold rings press against my skin, my eyes widening while locked on his. "Pretty little things like you don't belong here." He purrs, deep and gravelly, tilting his head in amusement and softly traces his thumb over my cheek bone. His thumb dances along my skin, coming to rest on my lower lip as he pulls it down just slightly. The smirk on his face widens, curiosity flicks across his features. His tone drops lower, almost taunting. "Tell me, Petal, do you remember me after all of these years?" Petal. One single word has a flash of memory flooding through my mind, causing a nauseous pit to form in my gut, The man in front of me is the same boy who scared the shit out of me when I was a child. - Harry's large ringed hand reached out, delicately twirling a lock of my hair around his index finger with a cunning smirk. His words left his lips in a raspy, low and dangerous tone. "I want you to be my Alice." He wanted me to fucking what?

"We only met 24 hours ago and I already couldn't remember what it was like to not know that he existed. And now, I wasn't so sure I could ever handle not knowing him again."

Luna lives a quiet, forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles doesn't belong in it. He tells her someone is after her. He doesn't explain who. Or why. Only that she's no longer safe and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden, locked inside a safehouse with him watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, the more the cracks show. The threats don't feel random. The danger doesn't feel external. And Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's involved in. She doesn't know what her family has done. And she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was the reason she needed saving.

SAINTS DON'T SIN QUIETLY Forced into his world, trapped with him, his rules, and his orbit, Sol learns that proximity is its own kind of punishment . Especially when attraction, that she's never felt before, starts to blur the line between protection and possession. But nothing about Harry is as simple as it seems. His presence in the town is tied to a mystery that runs deeper than violence, one connected to a truth no one wants uncovered. As loyalties fracture and betrayals surface, Sol must decide who she really trusts-the faith that failed her, the people who lied to her, or the man who might destroy her just by telling her the truth. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

"You know I can't just let you go." He says. "You have no choice" I weakly say with tears falling. "I'm not letting you go. I just can't allow you to leave me." He begins to walk over to me, I start to take steps back to create some distance. "You chose to do what you did." My voice cracks. "As much as I love you, I can't live with what you've done." _____________________________ I've always wondered who I was. I was born into a world where there was only one power. That power was demons. I was born on the day they took over. My whole life I've felt like I've never belonged. Like I was different from everyone around me. What I know now I realize why I felt like that. I'm finally learning who I am and see the world in a new light. It's all thanks to him. Harry Styles. __________________________ Top Rankings #1 in harrystylesfanfic- Aug 25th, 2019 #13 in harry styles- Feb 6th, 2019 #1 in harold- Jan 30th, 2019 #3 in good-vs-evil- Jan 29th, 2019 Started: Oct 20th, 2018 Completed: Aug 21st, 2019

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"Don't you think I've made enough deals with the devil?" "You can't refuse this one," his eyes gleam, teeth flashing in a grin. "Hope I don't have to cut my hand to seal this deal," I mutter, making his smile wider. "I stopped doing that in the late 20th century. You know, the HIV epidemic changed even hell's policy." "Our world doesn't deserve fallen angels who are so aware and informed." I press my hand lightly to his, agreeing to the game. I'm not sure if it's choice or necessity that drives me but maybe it's both.

"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

Lennon is a widowed single mom to 3 children. Harry is a world famous actor who fell off the face of the Earth several years ago. What happens when Harry makes his comeback not just in his acting career, but also in Lennon's life? Highest Rankings: #1 in dadrry ❤️ #1 in HarryStyles ❤️ #1 in softharry ❤️ #1 in actorharry ❤️ #8 in HarryStyles fanfic ❤️