"There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you-of kindness and consideration and respect-not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had." Includes Mature Content | 18+

"For all time." A slow...slow...slow burning friends to lovers because I love the torture! ❤️ 18+

He's the agent that's supposed to get her to turn against her own husband. She's the abused wife of a man with too many secrets. Will they find their way through a web of lies and deceit? Mature and explicit content.

❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰʟʏ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟ ❞ Trapped in a toxic relationship, Annabelle finds it difficult to leave. Adrian is everything she has ever known. Niall is her childhood bestfriend. Destiny always finds a way. PREVIEW: "You need to wake up." His voice was gentler now, almost pleading. "This isn't love, Annie. This isn't..." He took a deep breath. "This isn't healthy." "You don't understand," I said adamantly. "He's different now. He's trying." Niall's expression hardened. "And these?" His fingers hovered towards my neck, where the marks lay. He dropped his hand before he touched them. "This is him trying?" I flinched, taking a step back. "I should go." "To him?" Niall asked, voice cracking. "So he can do worse? So he can continue lying right to your face?" "That's not fair," I snapped, walking up so our faces were inches apart. I felt so much anger towards him right now that I almost couldn't contain it. His words hurt me, and he said them so effortlessly... I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me, it was a constant war within me not to lash out at him. I knew I had to leave before I did, my fuse was running short. "No, what's not fair is watching someone you-" He cut himself off, turning away. When he faced me again, his eyes were hard. "What's not fair is watching someone you care about walk willingly back into a fire and not being able to stop them."

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."

** Violet Bennett lives under the weight of a name she barely understands. Surrounded by secrets and lies, she's trained to survive. But when the lines between real and fake blur, Violet begins to realize that nothing in her world is as it seems. Every truth is layered in deception, and protection always comes at a cost. Sometimes that cost is your voice. Sometimes it's your freedom. And sometimes it's your heart. Always nearby is Harry Styles, mysterious, sharp, cold and a constant reminder that danger is closer than she thinks. Covered in tattoos and silence, he watches like he knows something she doesn't. And naybe he does. There's something between them. She feels it in the silence, in the way his anger feels personal, in the quiet moments that say more than words ever could. But love, if that's what this is, has no place in a world built on secrets. And falling for someone like him might mean losing everything. Because in this world, love isn't soft. It's a weapon. And Violet is already in the crossfire. *** "You shouldn't smoke." The voice cut through me before I even processed it. I spun around instinctively, heart racing. And there he was. I blinked. "Holy shit. You scared me." He didn't move. Didn't even flinch. "Didn't know I had to announce myself." "How long have you been up here?" He looked away, back out over the skyline. "A while." "You're always hiding," I muttered. "And you always follow." ** 04/05/25 -

Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish. He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?" My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do." He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?" // Harry Styles is a trained killer working for one of the most dangerous gangs in the country. His work is flawless, precise, silent, and merciless. He leaves no evidence, no hesitation, and absolutely no room for error. He's dedicated, disciplined, and untouchable - until he meets her. Ruby is the very essence of innocence. A girl with a heart that flutters and a soul that shines like summer daisies. Sweet as a dove, delicate as light. But innocence doesn't mean ignorance, and curiosity can be a fatal thing. Especially when it draws her into the arms of a man who moves like sin and smiles like salvation. They met in the woods, but it was under flickering neon lights and the hum of danger that they truly collided. Ruby doesn't know what Harry is. Not at first. Not when his hands are on her skin, not when her lips are tangled with his, not when her body is learning his like a secret language. She falls into him recklessly, blind to the blood on his hands. But when she uncovers the truth, and the blood he leaves behind, it's already too late. She's seen too much. She knows too much. And in their world, that kind of knowledge comes with only two options: join them or disappear. Forever. The world isn't just dark. It's vile. /// *Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*