She thought running would save her. She never expected it would cost her everything. Foster Monroe escaped the life that nearly destroyed her, leaving behind the wreckage of a past she refuses to look back on. But the city she flees to isn't her safe haven - it's a darker, deadlier trap. When she crosses paths with Harry Styles - powerful, ruthless, and drowning in his own secrets - she's pulled into a world where loyalty is currency, and trust can get you killed. All she wanted was freedom. Now, she's tethered to a man she can't figure out, a danger she can't outrun, and a future she never saw coming. You can run from your past - but some monsters don't let you go that easily.

[BOOK 2 OF PULSE, ONGOING] They made it out, but now they're on the run, caught in a dangerous game with no allies and no clear path forward. Fighting to regain their freedom, they face a growing web of secrets, betrayals, and deceptions that threatens the one thing they thought they would always have: each other. -- "Ever wonder what drives you to act on impulse?" I look up and see him standing behind me. Our gazes lock through the mirror, and a chill runs up my spine. His eyes are dark, filled with a dangerous intensity that makes my heart race. "Every decision you make in the heat of the moment," he says, his voice a seductive whisper, "reveals something deeper." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, suicide, addiction, self harm, torture, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed, princesa," Harry growled, his thumb and forefinger gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. He'd caged me against walls countless times, but this time the rage inside me burned hotter than ever. "If you're gonna fucking kill me, then do it already," I snapped, my voice dripping with exaggerated boredom as I rolled my eyes. "Because you're taking a God awful long time-" Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath, my words, my thoughts. His body pinned me against the wall, obliterating every sliver of space between us. My fingers clenched his belt loops, holding on for dear life as the kiss turned wild-teeth clashing, breaths colliding. His hand slipped under my shirt, rough fingers grazing my waist, setting my skin alight. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, Eliana," he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unrelenting hunger. ----- 18+ Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content © All Rights Reserved

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

Will Sienna Moretti kill Harry Styles... or fall for the monster who shattered her world? A story of intoxicating desire, all consuming love and merciless deceit. Secrets rot beneath silk suits and sharpened smiles. Entwine • verb: wind or twist together; interweave. - The words die in my throat when I hear an obnoxious noise ring out from behind me. Clapping. I push on my crutches, shifting to turn around. My eyes are met with a man-clad in a black suit-standing a few feet away from me, white hot seeing range pulses through every fibre of my being at the sight of him. Harry Styles. His green eyes pierce into mine, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, clapping his palms with a cigarette rested between his index and forefinger while he leant against a tree. "If I thought putting Vincent in the ground would make you this fragile," he drawls, voice dripping with venom as he places the cigarette between his lips. "I would've done it sooner."

Evelyn Brown, a twenty-seven year old trying to get her foot in the door to establish her dream as a photographer. Her mind is plagued by the ghosts of her past - consumed with the reminders of her sins. Everyday is a constant battle, until she meets him. "Hey, you." EDIT: First story is complete with an epilogue. Second story is currently being written (hence the ongoing tag).

I was told that I was dangerous "Why is that?" "Because you don't need anyone." That's when he smiled. // A good girl from Boston gone bad after meeting the band that her dad manages, forced to leave her home and go on tour with them as her life turns upside down. CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUGS/PARAPHERNALIA, BAD LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, mentions of abuse & SA

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.