SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. In this sequel, our main duo are off to a bit of a rocky start. River is recovering from a gunshot wound, trying to overcome a bout of PTSD, all the while attempting to remain in the loop of her boyfriend's antics. Harry on the other hand, is hell-bent on getting revenge over the people who threatened the well-being of the one good thing in his life. He is determined to overthrow Damien and now Derek, destroy their shady and destructive business, and terminate the organization that stole from him his childhood, among other things, once and for all. Let's hope these efforts prove fruitful, otherwise, the characters you've come to love and cherish are only in for more ruination. But like Harry says - we're done giving the devil his fucking due. What comes next is inevitable, right?

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.

Harry thought it was just one weekend. Near Barcelona. A stolen shirt. A girl he couldn't quiet forget. Months later, he walks into lunch with his girlfriend Romi-only to find her new assistant is Alice. The same girl. What follows is a slow unraveling of boundaries, secrets, and everything they tried to leave behind. Because when the past shows up holding your coffee and a schedule for your day, pretending nothing happened... What do you do?

He wanted control. She gave him rules. Harry never meant to become obsessed with the girl in the lace bra who danced like she had nothing left to lose. She wouldn't kiss him. Wouldn't sleep with him. Wouldn't even give her real name. But he kept going back. ---- 10 chapters short story, definitely nsfw/mature content. Not my usual style, I wanted to try a story high on smut. Please vote and comments !

He's the man the world watches. She's the girl who was never supposed to be seen. What began as stolen moments turned into something real-too real to survive the spotlight. Between backstage whispers and sleepless nights, they built a love that could only exist in secret. But when the music stops, and the lights fade, love isn't always enough to keep you from walking away.

Undercover spy, Odette Carter, thought this was just another mission: infiltrate, investigate, and take down a powerful criminal.....But some crimes are more personal than they appear. Her target? Reclusive casino owner Harry Styles-charming, calculated, and hiding more than just illegal operations. As Odette digs deeper into his world, shadows from a past she chose to forget begin to resurface. Haunted by memories she's locked away, Odette finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, deception, and desire-unsure of where the mission ends and something far more dangerous begins. Because in this game, nothing is what it seems. 
And some truths are buried for a reason. Is the real threat inside the casino... or in the past she chose to leave behind? ⋆˚✿˖° "Is it done?" Zayn's voice comes into my ear from the side of me as I turn my face away from her car, glancing towards him. He stands behind me with his arms crossed. I nod my head "it's done" I confirm as Zayn flashes me a proud smile, stepping forward as he places his hand on my shoulder, now standing next to me on the steps. "Does he know anything?" He asks again, his voice wary with warning. "No- she knows nothing at all" #1 in Hazza #2 in HarryStylesFanFiction

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

"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.

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*