(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷

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: ?

"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish. He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?" My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do." He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?" // Harry Styles is a trained killer working for one of the most dangerous gangs in the country. His work is flawless, precise, silent, and merciless. He leaves no evidence, no hesitation, and absolutely no room for error. He's dedicated, disciplined, and untouchable - until he meets her. Ruby is the very essence of innocence. A girl with a heart that flutters and a soul that shines like summer daisies. Sweet as a dove, delicate as light. But innocence doesn't mean ignorance, and curiosity can be a fatal thing. Especially when it draws her into the arms of a man who moves like sin and smiles like salvation. They met in the woods, but it was under flickering neon lights and the hum of danger that they truly collided. Ruby doesn't know what Harry is. Not at first. Not when his hands are on her skin, not when her lips are tangled with his, not when her body is learning his like a secret language. She falls into him recklessly, blind to the blood on his hands. But when she uncovers the truth, and the blood he leaves behind, it's already too late. She's seen too much. She knows too much. And in their world, that kind of knowledge comes with only two options: join them or disappear. Forever. The world isn't just dark. It's vile. /// *Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*

Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery - The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a gallery, it is a place of carefully crafted illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry. He's brilliant and accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

"You've always had daddy to protect you, haven't you?" His voice is full of detest. He's taunting me, without even realizing just how wrong he really is. "Why do you think you're here?" I whisper. "It's not just to protect me." His eyes flash with something, but it was gone before I could decipher it. I can feel the tears brimming my eyes, as I watch him eye me carefully. "You don't know me like you think you do." I say. My heart sinks lower as his smirk widens to a grin. "That was never in my job description." // Dylan South has been raised in this life of constant danger, and crime. She is used to feeling on the edge of her seat at all times. But, when her father decides to go against her wishes and hire a certain tattooed man with a thick accent to watch her every move. She hates him, and he hates her. How could they possibly stand being together every waking moment?

**MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT** Mentions of drug/alcohol use, violence, sexual content, mental health, vulgar language. 19 year-old Noa and 21 year-old Harry's paths cross in the most unexpected way. Two damaged souls with complicated pasts, each carrying their own burdens. Noa, struggling to break free from her past, determined to break into the music industry, and Harry, a former music sensation who has retreated into himself after years of exploitation and fame. When Noa lands a receptionist job at Pierce Recordings, she's unknowingly drawn into a world tied to her own past, while Harry, bitter and self-destructive, exists on the fringes of the music industry he once ruled. Their chemistry is electric, but so are the tensions that come with it. As their relationship grows, so does the chaos they both desperately try to control. In each other, they see their darkest fears reflected-self-doubt, anger, and the fight to keep their souls intact. As their worlds collide, they're forced to face truths that threaten everything they've built. But the deeper they go, the more they realize that the true cost of their connection might not be something they can ever walk away from. Started - Decemeber 2024

Uma noite. Foi tudo o que precisou. Agora eles tem um acordo.

IMPORTANTE: Essa fanfic NÃO tem relação com anjos e demônios na fantasia. Após uma brincadeira de mau gosto, Amalia King, é obrigada a dividir uma sala com Harry Styles, cujo a presença exala perigo a cada respiração. Os cachos no topo de sua cabeça e os olhos tão verdes como esmeraldas, levam Lia a compara-lo com um doce anjo. O que ela não sabe, é que nem todos os anjos são sinônimos de bondade. Em particular Harry, que tem cada partícula de seu ser preenchida por escuridão. [...] Revisão sinopse: @TrueLoveIsReal-DI Design da capa: @Sereiaa_Cacheada Filtro da capa: @BikinhoStyles ~ Atualizado toda semana. ~ #2 em harrystyles dia 16/11/2025.

WELCOME TO WONDERLAND. "We're all mad here, darling. You are too, or else you wouldn't have come here." He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as everything spins out of control. Glitter bleeding out of his eyes, seeping and glistening beneath the orange lights. "I feel like I'm in a dream. When will I wake up? I'll be okay once I wake up, right?" "You won't wake up, Dev," he whispers into my ear. "You never fell asleep." ☆ You are not dreaming. Devon Taylor enters Wonderland. In no time she falls down the rabbit hole, becoming woven into the chaos and madness that goes on behind closed doors. Her world is turned upside down; sense of time, sense of self, and any normalcy she once knew going out the window. The Hatter guides her through the haze, showing her nothing is as it seems. He himself, is not as he seems. Everything seems so perfect, but eventually it's time to wake up. It's time to go back, but time is not on your side. The clock is ticking. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @hespearls CONTAINS DRUG/ALCOHOL ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH, VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, & MORE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.