"Oh, but I think you will. You're just dying to tear everything apart, aren't you baby?" Harry narrows his eyes in amusement, a malicious smile playing on his lips. I feel a surge of boldness at his condescending words, the cool of my pen tucked behind my ear startling me slightly. "So what if I am?" "You're just so full of vengeance, yeah?" Harry's bloody fingers tap underneath my chin, careful not to smear any of the substance on his fingers on my body. "Yes." I cock my head in defiance, not wanting to give in quite yet. "You know, maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I'd think you're hot." A slow, sadistic smile crosses Harry's face like he's thoroughly enjoying having me in a position like this. I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest like a shield of my very own. "I'd prefer you didn't think about me at all." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlett Thatcher is hired as a publicist for the now world-famous band, Ecstasy. A young woman picking herself up from old habits, Scarlett is looking for vengeance, ready to go to any length necessary. Harry Styles is the lead singer for Ecstasy, ready to protect himself from the topsy-turvy famous world. Full of secrets, he's not afraid to scare anyone straight out of his life. What will happen when these two ticking bombs collide together?

I never actually talked to her. But seeing her cry that one night stuck with me. Beating the shit out of that guy also didn't help my delusional ass. I check her social media every day and figured out where she works. I'm not a stalker. She's just in my head. All the time. I've only ever touched her arm when I guided her to an empty bedroom at that party. But for some reason all I can see is her face in every girl. Clara. __ Clara has her whole life planned out. Harry wants nothing more than to ruin it. She dreams of love and writing; he hates both. But when their worlds collide, Clara finds herself torn between the life she always wanted and the chaos Harry drags her into. One choice could fix everything. The other could cost her everything. - WARNING CONTAINS : drug use, sexual content, violence, abuse, strong language, depression, overdose, and anxiety. ~ I do not give anyone permission to translate any of my books ~

*18+ Contains Mature and Explicit Content* *I don't bring my eyes up when I hear him pick up a knife.... I don't even want to see the size of it. His shoes come into my vision as he brings the flat side of the knife under my chin. He lightly pushes up making me look at him. "Let's have some fun shall we?" * Faye and her best friend Silas have always been inseparable. They had so much in common but there was always a part of him he was hiding from her. He would sneak off and she would never know of the things he does and would never ask until one day- everything goes wrong leaving her scared and in danger. A secluded house in the middle of the woods where Faye is being held hostage. Wanting to escape. A man owns the house who is in charge of looking after her. Keeping her there until his boss is ready to carry out his plan. Will she get the freedom she longs for or will she be forced to be apart of this dangerous, terrifying world? Highest Rankings: #1 in Harryedwardstyles #1in DarkHarry #1 in kidnap #2 in Harrystyles #5 in 1D #8 in Harry #2 in Mafiaboss

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

"You're so innocent; I feel like I'm punishing you." "Teach me, Mr. Styles." I drawled. Harry crossed the floor quickly. "What has gotten into you?" He asked, undoing his belt. "Now kneel." // It was not of free will that she chose to stay. She was the only one who could free him from his demons. And so, inevitably it wasn't long before he became addicted. She couldn't escape him either, nor was she sure she really wanted to. // [ Complete - August 1, 2018 ] --- WARNING: INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AND SMALL ACTS OF VIOLENCE. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 13 OR UNDER. ©2015 climacticstyles

When Dove promises Mr Styles she'll make sure his son gets out of the town safely in exchange of him freeing her parents, she doesn't think anything could go wrong. Unfortunately, things don't quite go as planned as she finds herself stuck with the stubborn and overall just plain annoying Harry Styles, who doesn't waste a second in trying to claim her as his own.

"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team." ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Cleo knows what she's capable of and how good she is at her job... only this kind of job includes murder and torture. She's been in this business along with her family for a while now to know how things work. She has her share of enemies and a body count that keeps growing, but what could possibly happen if her next job involved someone she hated profoundly? Someone that she had tried and is still trying to kill now? Harry is just as dangerous as her and they have a past... their families go a long way back and they know better than to interfere with each other's business. Nothing good could happen if they crossed paths... and that's exactly what is going to happen. ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *This is NOT my original work, this is a reupload! * Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3yTXKUa4dqvenOkJzMpyo7?si=ZgBNBNVVTaCCkRoFWbtKdw&pi=u-aoIbo3iIRpqx

"She was not for everyone, but she was for me."

*completed* Bonnie and Harry have known each other for years, watching each other get in and out of relationships. But when both become newly single, Harry moves in and the two begin the typical friends with benefits relationship. Of course, this wouldn't be a friends with benefits story if some feelings weren't involved. *daddy kink* *kinky af* #1 harry #2 Harrystyles #75 fanfiction

[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)