Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."

In which two ex-best friends, Harry Styles and Marlowe Finch, reunite after almost 5 years. Harry realizes Marlowe's on her way to living the dream they had always yearned for, and Marlowe comes to the conclusion that Harry's more lost than she ever thought he could be.

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

He lunged across the back seat, the small amount of space between us was now gone. Our foreheads were practically touching. He licked his lips, "If I wanted to hook up with you. Which I don't, so don't flatter yourself. I would've taken you into the bathroom of the bar and fucked you against the wall so hard you wouldn't be able to walk out of there" ♤♤♤ Motorcycles, guns, gang wars, secrets, and sex. Lots of sex. Harley Vance is new to New Mexico. She has a stable job and a few good friends. One night she walks into the bar 'The Devil's Aces'. After a few too many drinks she gets into some trouble. Harry Styles saves her, but now she owes him a debt. A debt that will change her life.

When twenty-one year old Eleanor witnesses something she shouldn't one night, she's thrust into the high-stakes world of drugs, murder, and Harry Styles. What happens when her two worlds start to collide? What if she doesn't want to escape? All Rights Reserved @femalestyles Please read warnings prior to starting this book. This book contains mature content that may not suitable to readers under the age of 18. STARTED: 6/4/2025 ENDED: ?

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

Virulence: Toxic, Dangerous, and Unpredictable. Who will be the most virulent within this troubling tale? Toxicity simply runs through the bones of so many people....It is too soon to tell. But at a private, university-based boarding school, off of the coast of Northern Scotland, there houses an elite academy which is full of rebellious and wealthy students--many of whom harbor plethora's of troubling secrets. And, with the stark changes to the school's social hierarchy, ignited by the abrupt entry of a student by the name of Catherine Vanderbilt, many of those once-hidden secrets, suddenly seem to come to light. Because of this, along with a torrent of other heinous things, virulence is free-flooding through the bones of them all. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • WARNING: 🔺18+ // THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE AND EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT THROUGHOUT ITS ENTIRETY. VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT, ARE SOME COMMON THEMES IN THIS STORY. READERS PLEASE TAKE NOTE. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. //🔺 • All Rights Reserved • Started: April 04, 2021 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 harryedwardstyles #1 overseas #1 darkfanfic #1 unpredictable #1 zendaya #1 darkfanfiction

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

***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."