[EDITED] "Last night was amazing," he whispers. I stay silent, but my heartbeat races. I don't know how to express this, and I don't even know about my sentiment. All I clearly know is that Harry and I shouldn't have done what we did yesterday. "There wouldn't be any sex as good as ours. And... you see me as an enemy, right?" He starts speaking. "What are you saying?" I ask. "I'm saying... I can be your enemy, who, you know, you have sex with." What would you do if you and the person you hate the most became enemies with benefits? THEN: Athena Scott always had excellent grades in high school, is pretty on the outside, and was admired by many people. However, due to her parents' divorce when she was young, she had been living with her mother, with whom she did not get along, and she was kicked out of her home for one reason or another when she graduates from high school. So she started living with her then-boyfriend, Harry Styles, but they had a lot of trouble and fought a lot. In addition, Harry messed up and broke Athena's heart. Finally, she broke up with him. NOW: A year later, Athena moves to a new apartment near her school. Then she gets shocked when she sees her new roommate, Harry Styles - her ex-boyfriend who Athena hates the most. They live their lives awkwardly, but one day, Athena gets drunk and accidentally has sex with Harry.

Twenty year old Violet Evans chases her dreams of becoming a singer/songwriter after going through a great heartbreak. One day Pauli Lovejoy discovers her on the platform Youtube, and flies her out to Los Angeles, California to help make her dreams come true with the help of their good friend and Violet's idol, Harry Styles. After Violet and Harry's friendship blossoms, she discovers she has feelings for him. Does Harry feel the same way? Will this be the heartbreak that breaks her completely? Read to find out! 😏

Everybody has heard of him, Casanova. Famous for his charm that can make any girl beg him to be hers, and he is, for one night. He gives them pleasure beyond imagine but is always gone before sunrise. But what happens when he crosses paths with Mira Mcallister, who is against everything he stands for. Will his view of things change, or will he change hers? And most importantly will he be able to stay with the same girl more than one night? "There is nothing wrong with wanting a moment that lasts for a lifetime, is there?"

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

The vibe: mafia / cartel, drama, on the edge of your seat, Darkrry BEING EDITED in 2025! *** Riley looked forward to college solely for the chance to start fresh. Healing and growing was Riley's only goal, until she met someone new. Styles instantly caught her attention, but that wasn't the only problem that slowly took over Riley's new life. *** This book is a mature read that may contain vulgar language, assaults/abuse, sexual content, descriptive violence, drug abuse, and explicit content.

***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."

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 * ||