Beneath the glittering facade of London lies a dark underworld where rival gangs battle for power. Melanie, the fierce daughter of a mafia leader, returns to the city after years of hiding in Italy. At a glamorous masquerade ball in London, Melanie meets the man who has haunted her for years-Harry, a dangerous rival leader. His mission is to deliver her to her ruthless mother, Carolina, who wants her dead.

'You know, Ivy,' his voice was low, making sure only I could hear him. 'If you find yourself being unhappy,' Harry reached for the inside of his jacket before slipping a card toward me. 'You know where to find me.' At the age of twenty-nine, Ivy Mitchells appears to be living a perfect life in California. She owns a beautiful home, runs a successful marketing company, and is married to her handsome high-school sweetheart, Jace Davis. Yet, beneath the surface, Jace's deception has robbed Ivy of her happiness after saying 'I do'. Amidst her struggles to repair what's broken in her relationship, Ivy crosses paths with the distinguished Harry Styles at a fundraiser. Not only is he extremely handsome but he's also trapped in an unhappy marriage. From that moment on, Ivy finds herself drawn to him in ways she never imagined. His presence exhilarates her to the core, and she can't keep him off her mind. Neither can Harry forget about her. Before Ivy knows it, they are faced with choices that could shatter their carefully constructed worlds. Can they see each other again? Can they promise no one gets hurt? Can they risk everything they've built? Can Harry and Ivy cheat by the rules? © All Rights Reserved - @butterflytattoo Ranking achievements: #1 - adultfiction #1 - harrystyles #2 - Styles

A collection of my short stories/oneshots/blurbs originally published on my tumblr. The fics are being reuploaded after a user unrightfully reported the book after they stole my writing and posted it as their own. I will report any and all profiles/books that contain my work with no warning. Specific warnings are included at the beginning of every piece!

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

After being rescued from a violent attack, Josephine is caught in the middle of a war between a cult of murderers and the vigilantes determined to stop them. Unable to go home until her attempted murderers are caught, she finds sanctuary with Harry Styles, a vigilante tasked with protecting her. Together, they team up to stop the cult from taking more victims. But, the more time she spends living with him, the more questions she has, and there is nothing that could prepare her for the secret she's soon to discover about the man who saved her life. - COMPLETED Watty Awards 2021 Shortlist Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, violence, death, and discussions about rape.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

Harry Styles and Catalina Flores have been in a relationship for almost three years. They barely fight, they adore each other, even their friends often describe them as the "perfect couple." But how will they react when everything becomes a bit complicated for them, giving them little time to prepare? 🤍 already in a relationship au 🤍

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.