"You're making a deal with the devil, darling. I mean that quite literally." He slowly takes a step closer to me, but I keep my eyes on the ground. The sound of the gravel being kicked up by his boots makes breathing harder. I swallow the lump in my throat and let out a shaky breath. "I know. But his life means more to me than my own." [ COMPLETED ]

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

" I want you sore, baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. " Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only mine. You are mine." - Fifty Shades of Grey. (SENSITIVE READERS IS WARNED OF CHALLENGING SCENES)

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022