"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

"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?

"Are you scared Arabelle?" He whispered in my ear, our body's two inches apart. My body shook in fear as his hand was wrapped around my throat. I choked back a sob as the tears continuously flowed down my cheeks. My heart beating so fast, I feared that he could hear it. The evil smirk on his face chilling my entire body. __________________________________ Nobody knows what life has in store for us. Sometimes someone can walk into your life and make it better. Or, they can destory everything you've ever known. 17 year old Arabelle is faced with a hard decision when she is taken from her home, by one confusing, mysterious boy. The truth becomes unraveled and the ground that Arabelle had been walking on for all her life seems to crumble before her. Will she decide to leave the troubled boy and her broken life behind her, and look for a new one? Or will she try to fix what's broken? An Harry Styles fanfic.

Not everything can be healed by a medicine. ~~~ "Who are you, Harry Styles?" The smirk on his face disappeared and he turned extremely serious. His face was so cold that it kinda scared me. "You don't want to know, darling." ~~~ Kennedy Simmons is a twenty-years-old girl who has nothing in this world except for her exceptionally high intelligence. Her whole life changes completely when she witnesses something that she shouldn't have and she is abducted by a mysterious man with green eyes who keeps changing everything around her, including herself. What will happen when her curious side wins over her logical side and she decides to find out more about this intriguing man? What if they're more alike than they initially thought? What if she's more involved in everything than they thought? What if he isn't the villain of the story? // The story contains mature themes. Read at your own risk.

Dark Romance | BDSM | Power Play Harry Styles doesn't hire assistants. He breaks them. Cold, calculating, and ruthlessly dominant, he runs his empire with an iron will-and expects his personal life to follow the same rules. Enter Lucy Berryford. Shy. Fragile. Perfect prey. He expected her to run like the others. She doesn't. Behind her quiet eyes is a hunger she doesn't understand. Behind his sharp suit is a man who knows exactly how to feed it. Rules become rituals. Obedience becomes pleasure. And pain? That becomes a gift. He gives her a collar instead of a contract. She gives him everything. But in a world where love is control, and trust is power, one mistake could destroy them both. She was meant to be temporary. Now he's addicted. And she's kneeling willingly at the feet of the devil.

Just as things were starting to come together, everything slipped away. A tragic series of events forces Kate to learn her love story backward while it keeps moving forward. Styles Not Prince

A lengthy Harry Styles dark fanfiction. WARNING: contains mature content. (kissing, violence, language etc.)

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] In which an escort agrees to be the third in a marriage that's hanging by a thread. You know our love would be tragic So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind. We live with no lies, you're my favourite kind of night.

"I know exactly what you like." I swallowed, my throat dry despite the whiskey. "And what does that have to do with your secret?" His lips curved, the faintest hint of a smirk. "Because I think you want someone who can push back." The heat in my stomach curled tighter, and I hated that too. Hated that he was reading me too easily, hated that I couldn't tell if he was just playing or if he really understood. "That's not much of a secret," I said smoothly, keeping my voice even. "Anyone could guess that." "Maybe," Harry mused, his fingers toying with the rim of his glass. "But I don't think just anyone could keep up with you." I narrowed my eyes, my body betraying me with the way it leaned just slightly closer. "And you think you can?" He didn't answer right away. He just held my gaze, letting the anticipation stretch, letting the weight of it settle between us. Then, finally, his smirk deepened. "I guess that depends," he murmured, his voice dropping to something dark. "Are you gonna let me find out?" // August Paisley was born into bloodshed. As the daughter of Brooklyn's most ruthless mafia leader, she's spent her life sharpening her edges, knowing that love is a liability and trust is a death sentence. With enemies circling and war on the horizon, she has no time for distractions-especially not the kind that comes in the form of sharp-tongued, brooding, Harry Styles. Harry is everything she should hate. The son of her family's greatest enemy. A man raised on the promise of destruction. Their worlds are built on blood feuds and old grudges, and there's no future where the two of them walk away unscathed. But when their paths collide, what starts as a battle of wit and fire turns into something else-something intoxicating, something inevitable. Falling for him is a mistake that cost her everything. Her life. But in a war where nothing is certain, letting him go might be the most dangerous thing of all.

"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