"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

He lunged across the back seat, the small amount of space between us was now gone. Our foreheads were practically touching. He licked his lips, "If I wanted to hook up with you. Which I don't, so don't flatter yourself. I would've taken you into the bathroom of the bar and fucked you against the wall so hard you wouldn't be able to walk out of there" ♤♤♤ Motorcycles, guns, gang wars, secrets, and sex. Lots of sex. Harley Vance is new to New Mexico. She has a stable job and a few good friends. One night she walks into the bar 'The Devil's Aces'. After a few too many drinks she gets into some trouble. Harry Styles saves her, but now she owes him a debt. A debt that will change her life.

Alaska "Tiger" Snow was raised in the shadows of New York-poverty, crime, and bloodshed shaping her into a name whispered with equal parts fear and admiration. Known for her ruthless precision in theft and killing, she's carved out her own legend in a world where survival means staining your hands red. Harry Styles, on the other hand, comes from privilege. Scholarships, Oxford halls, and the promise of a golden future were all within reach-until he walked away from it. Searching for a new beginning, he trades academia for anonymity in New York City. But fate doesn't deal in clean breaks. When Harry collides with Alaska in the aftermath of one of her heists, their worlds crash together-violently, dangerously, and irrevocably. What begins as an accident soon twists into obsession, and Harry learns that some encounters don't just change your life... they consume it.

a boy falls into an interesting and long lasting relationship with his neighbor who loves to dominate him contains mommy!kink trigger warning: self harm, drug use & violence

THIS CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT. REWRITING!! pls read warnings before reading. NOCEUR - ONE WHO STAYS UP LATE. In of the summer of 2024, Maxine Isabella Devlin, a misunderstood girl with dreams of making her voice heard, seeks on a thrilling journey with her best friends, Narcissa, Xaviar, and Polly soon to be called her bandmates. Their fun takes an unexpected turn when they cross paths with Noceur, a notorious alternative rock band, at the onset of their American Sleepwalkers tour. While being around the group wanting fun, new beginnings, and the freedom to be wild, the four soon finds themselves entangled in the band's tumultuous world. Sex, money, drugs, and a web of highly organized crime-this band is tangled in a world far more dangerous that no super fans could ever make rumors of. Harry Styles, the enigmatic and ruthless lead singer of Noceur, sets his sights on Maxine as he knows she's the curious bright hearted one. He quickly recognizes the raw talent in her songs, sensing she could soon rise to stardom. But Harry's intentions are far from pure and not even a little bit of kindness. He stuck with making decisions on what to do with her, contemplating whether to manipulate her into the perilous glitz of dark Hollywood or to keep her from the path she seems destined to walk alone unaware. It's all about catching those childhood dreams so that many eyes could turn to the one who achieved them well. As tensions rise and secrets unfold, Maxine's journey becomes a high-stakes game of ambition, danger, and heart-pounding choices. For herself, for him, for who, for what? STARTED originally: August 22nd, 2021 ENDED originally: December 24th, 2022 RESTARTED: Dec 17th 2024

(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷

'A shameful tragedy it is that our stars failed to align, even though the record will show that we tried so many times.' We're taught to fear the monsters in the dark, the ones that chase you up the stairs, the ones that hide under your bed but what about the ones hiding in the depths of your basement? Have you been taught to fear the basement? The Ripley's and the Styles' are two very different families, sworn enemies. Harry Styles and Emersyn Ripley have never known anything different, the hatred burned into their veins however can't outweigh the deep rooted curiosity in their souls. "This was the story of Romeo and Juliet, how did you think it would end?"

"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."