Estelle Adler is a highly renowned actress and Hollywood starlet with a 'golden girl' reputation to maintain. Harry Styles, a popular musician, basking in the glory of his successful debut album, hardly cares for his reputation. But, when the two stars cross paths in a Los Angeles night club, one drunken kiss causes a media frenzy, with the pair stuck in the eye of the storm. With no where to turn and their reputations on the line, Harry and Estelle are forced to undertake a forged path, in the hope of saving both of their careers. The only problem being, they detest one another...

Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

Sarah is a college student that can speak to spirits. Harry is a spirit that needs Sarah's help to uncover the truth about what happened to him, but what they uncover is far more complicated. His past holds secrets and conceals lies. The more time they spend together, the more their connection grows, and it becomes clear they've come into each other's lives for a reason. *This story contains mature content.

25 girls, coming from all around the world, are chosen to be part of The Selection, a competition where the winner gets to marry the Prince, and soon to be King, of Limia; Harry Styles. Madison Pearl, a Four, an artist, gets picked amongst millions to fight for Harry's heart. But will her recent break up and the sudden change of life style, going from almost poor to extremely rich, be too much for her to handle? Follow Mady's story as she competes to discover who she is and who owns her heart; Will it be Prince Harry, or Zayn Malik, her first love? Highest rankings: #1 for The Selection #1 for Harrystylesfanfic #1 for Alternate Universe #4 in Zayn Malik #4 for Prince stories #82 in One Direction ♠ Inspired from The Selection Book, by Kiera Cass. ♠ Note: This story was first meant to be a Harry version of The Selection book, but it ended up evolving into its own. All credits still due to Cass' amazing work. Rated 'R' by wattpad **CURRENTLY EDITING**

in·sa·tia·ble adjective of an appetite or desire, impossible to satisfy. Learning to trust and finding ways of getting along aren't really an option for Aurora and Harry. Yet, circumstances force them together when she finds herself stuck in the middle of all of his problems. She quickly discovers that sometimes in order to survive ones company you must become... insatiable. ••• "When you're a kid you are taught that the devil is something you should be scared of. The image of him is etched into your brain at an early age causing you to become terrified of the idea- And I used to be. Until I met him for myself. I was told of a red creature with horns, but I was never warned I'd be mesmerized by a pair of green eyes and velvet lips." ••• STARTED: JULY 3, 2022 COMPLETED: MARCH 24, 2023 ••• HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🥇in harrystyles 🥇in harrystylesau 🥇in darkharry 🥇in ninadobrev 🥇in zaynmalik 🥇in 1D 🥇in niallhoran 🥇in mafia 🥈slowburn

Everyone is mad. Everyone is insane; slowly falling off the deep edges of their own psychotically twisted minds. Harry Styles and Holly Parker just seem to fall even deeper. [highest ranking: fanfiction #1]

"Tell me," he whispered lightly stroking my back. "Please don't marry her..." my words barely audible. He pulls me away from his embrace so he could look at me directly in the eyes, "What?" There was another pause before I said the words I've needed to say. "I love you." And with those three words, both our worlds came crashing down. 11/28/17: #270 in fanfiction Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy x. -s © 2024, narrygoals Sage Helene. All rights reserved. This work contains material protected under international and federal copyright laws and treaties. Any authorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

COMPLETED 10/27/2020 Luz Garcia gathers her things and moves to NYC after High School, running away from death, boy trouble, and the walking reminder of the best and worst night of her life. Convinced nothing could make her leave the big city and go back to the town that only caused her pain and heartbreak, a High School reunion, and an old friend reels her in. When the reunion turns bloody, the mystery of the murder becomes the focus of her Journalism work and the perfect excuse to spend her nights wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry's green eyes and mind-jumbling touch almost successful at distracting Lu from her suspicions about Harry and his many secrets. Lu's hunger for truth will push her into a pit she will never be able to escape, not even if she wanted to. Explicit content warning: sexual, violence, language, and drug use. THERE IS A LOT OF HET SMUT IN THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DON'T READ IT. DISCLAIMER: ALL COMPANIES, PLACES, AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE REAL PERSON, COMPANY, OR PLACE. TPWK

A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.