Alison Evans is thrilled to start her job as a journalist in the heart of Philadelphia. Her spirit of inquiry leads her to places she's been told not to visit and she finds herself entangled in a web of horror and fear as the truth starts to unravel itself. // "Harry," I manage to whisper. "Happy to see me?" He grins, amused at my delayed realisation that he's standing in front of me. I force myself to look anywhere else but his face, unable to bear looking into his manipulative eyes anymore. No words find their way to the tip of my tongue, so I shake my head. Being in this man's presence is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. "Well.." A small chuckle of mock sympathy escapes him, but it doesn't reach the darkness in his eyes. "I'm not happy to see you either." DARK HARRY. ENEMIES TO LOVERS. CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. STARTED 23 MAY 2021. COMPLETED 17 JULY 2022.

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. In this sequel, our main duo are off to a bit of a rocky start. River is recovering from a gunshot wound, trying to overcome a bout of PTSD, all the while attempting to remain in the loop of her boyfriend's antics. Harry on the other hand, is hell-bent on getting revenge over the people who threatened the well-being of the one good thing in his life. He is determined to overthrow Damien and now Derek, destroy their shady and destructive business, and terminate the organization that stole from him his childhood, among other things, once and for all. Let's hope these efforts prove fruitful, otherwise, the characters you've come to love and cherish are only in for more ruination. But like Harry says - we're done giving the devil his fucking due. What comes next is inevitable, right?

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Soulmates, sunflowers, hot air balloons, ballet, wildfire and music. ----- EXCERPT: "Why do you always call me sunflower?" She looks as though she's desperate for the answer, staring into my soul with so much sincerity in her words. I smile to myself, knowing exactly why. "Why do you have the sunflower tattoo darling?" I answer with another question which she doesn't seem too pleased about. "No, Harry you can't do that. I asked first." She sulks, smoothing her hands down my shirt and I can't help but chuckle slightly at her frustration. "I know, I know. Just answer the question Evie." I try to reassure her without giving too much away. She huffs with the roll of her eyes but gives in none the less. "Because of my first dance recital. Sunflowers are a happy memory for me." She explains, and I can see her trying to piece the puzzle together in those ocean eyes of hers. I bite my lip, hesitating a moment and thinking of the perfect way to say this. "I call you sunflower Evie because you are all my happiest memories." ----- The story based off of the TikTok POV by @stopmaddiedancing ----- Highest Rankings: 1 in #Onedirection 1 in #One 1 in #Direction 1 in #Niall 1 in #Literature

(COMPLETED) Angelina knew the Amalfi Coast like the back of her hand. After all, she visited it twice a year. Harry Styles was sent there to film a music video. Meeting in a pottery class wasn't expected, nor was the future they both built together.

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

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