"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

⚠️ 18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️ Book 1- Completed - "Don't fucking close your legs." His voice was sharp, commanding, as his hands gripped my thighs and forced them apart again. "I want to see everything." The heavy weight of him pressing against my entrance. My breath hitched. He was thick, hard, the heat of him pulsing against me. He rubbed himself along my slick folds, teasing, pushing just enough to stretch me before pulling back. He groaned, his jaw clenching as he rubbed himself against me again, coating himself in my slickness. But I gasped, panic and desire crashing together. "Please, Dominic, we-we shouldn't. You're my boss." His jaw clenched, his hands tightening around my thighs. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice dropped lower, almost taunting. "You should've thought about that before you got this fucking wet for me." I whimpered, my breath stuttering. - "He was a monster-ruthless, untouchable, feared by all. I should've stayed away. I should've never stepped into his world. But now... there's no way out." Raven was just looking for a job, a fresh start. Becoming a personal assistant seemed simple-follow orders, keep her head down, and collect a paycheck. But nothing is simple when your boss is Dominic Derveaux. Cold. Merciless. A king in the underworld. She should've run the moment she felt his gaze, the way his presence consumed the air around her. But it's too late. He's pulled her in, and the deeper she falls, the more she realizes... she might not want to escape. #1 IN ADULTFICTION #1 IN YOUNGADULT #1 IN BOSS #1 IN GANGLEADER #1 IN TRENDS #1 IN INTENCE #1 IN SEXAUL #1 IN NOTIFICATIONS #1 IN MOBBOSS #1 IN LEADER # 1 IN FORYOU

Chapters Edited: 9/53 ☆ It's the year 2006 ★ Constance Bane quits her previous job in a band and is immediately taken in by a group of punk-rock strangers who are in a successful band together. What happens when a misfortunate incident that horrifies her and her new bandmates, flips her world upside down into a series of falling in love, death and murder, punk rock, and horror that she didn't think she would ever be experiencing in her life? ---------- Immerse yourself into the life of the young adults trying to live the life of cool rockstars while still trying to navigate their way through the struggles of falling in love, getting involved with the wrong people, and learning from their mistakes while trying to figure themselves out in the process. -- mature content ahead -- -- started: August 2022 --

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harryedwardstyles #2 in harrystyles

The recent death of Aiden Riggs has left his girlfriend, Isis, and their daughter in shambles and looking for a fresh start. When Aiden's cousin, Harry, invites them into his home, the girls pack up and move across the country. . . To Ohio. In the land of potholes and bipolar weather, bonds are formed that cannot be broken. Isis is struggling to move on, but a sweet, silly man with wild hair is slowly stealing her heart. #375 in Fanfiction

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣? Your typical good girl meets bad boy trope with a hint of religious trauma, mafia and of course, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺. In which Ivy finds herself thrust into a world she has no experience in. Her internship isn't what it seems, and the carefully constructed path she's intent on walking down seems to crumble beneath her feet. 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 /dɪˈpravɪti/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 moral corruption; w̲i̲c̲k̲e̲d̲n̲e̲s̲s̲. "𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴" the i̲n̲n̲a̲t̲e̲ corruption of human nature, due to original sin. _____________________________________________ PREVIEW: "I don't believe in god," he laughed, like it was some funny joke instead of blasphemy. "And I don't believe in the devil either." He gave me a flat look, mouth quirking. "Come 𝘰𝘯, a guy with red skin and horns and a pitch fork?" He shook his head. The humor drained out of him as his expression shifted. Something colder slid in its place as he locked eyes with me. "I've seen scarier monsters in real life." _____________________________________________ ♬ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ, ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ? ♬

[COMPLETED] Esmereld Payne, better known as Emera or Esme, has always been a rebellious young woman. She doesn't take shit from anyone and will put someone in their place that disrespects her. But that may not be ideal when you are kidnapped by the most powerful gang leader in the world. Esme has always known that this world has cruel and ruthless people walking on it everyday. Little did she know that one of them had a pair of enchanting green eyes and a wicked smirk. Will she be able to survive the infamous Harry Styles? ------------------------------ THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGERING SUBJECTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY. SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT VULGAR LANGAUGE VIOLENCE/ABUSE ------------------------------ "Leave me alone." I step up into his face, testing his dominance. It probably isn't the best idea for me to do this, given what has happened last time I decided to defy him. Harry steps closer to me and burns his gaze through my skull, looking into the deepest parts of my soul. He slowly brings his hand up in between us until it meets my neck. He tightens his grip at his finger tips, not hard enough to restrict my breathing. With his large hand now wrapped around my neck, he pulls my body closer to his until our chests meet. With my head tilted up to meet his eyes, I can feel my skin burning up, in contrast to his cold rings. I feel him dip his head down until I feel his hot breath on my ear, making goosebumps rupture all over my body. "I just want to see what that pretty little mouth can do." ------------ #2 in darkharryfanfics ------------ all rights belong to @1d_epression

Celia Cross doesn't talk much. Not because she doesn't have anything to say - but because too many people stopped listening a long time ago. Her mum's gone, her dad's lost somewhere in the haze of another high, and now she's starting over in a new town with her gran - a house that smells like lavender and memories. She tells herself she's fine. Invisible is fine. But when the school's golden boy - Harry Styles - crashes hard unintentionally from a night he can't remember, it's Celia who finds him. And for the first time, someone sees her. Not the quiet new girl, not the girl with a broken past - but the one who pulled him back when he was too far gone. Celia Cross has spent her whole life cleaning up other people's messes. She never expected to become someone's reason to change. - Harry Styles has everything, rich parents, a perfect life - or that's what everyone says. Captain of the football team. Perfect smile. The kind of charm that gets him out of trouble before he even finishes causing it. But beneath the noise, Harry's running on empty. Between the parties, the pressure, and the expectations that aren't really his, he's been losing pieces of himself one night at a time. Until the night everything stops - and Celia, the quiet girl no one notices, finds him before it's too late. She's nothing like the world he's built around himself. She doesn't care about popularity or pretending. She just looks at him like she actually sees him - and for the first time, Harry's not sure who he's supposed to be anymore. Because maybe the one girl he's ignored is the only one who could save him. // Contains strong language, sexual content, drug and alcohol misuse. - #1 in hsfanfic #1 in zaynmalik

Mature Content 18+ |AU| "Harlow you are the one person I hate the most in this entire fucking world!" Harry's yells as his finger is pointed directly at my face, teeth clenched with anger. "Yeah well news flash!" I swat his hand away. "You're pretty high up on my list too!" I huff out as I begin to walk away, annoyed and done with this conversation. "You're not fucking leaving!" Harry yells, grabbing hold of my wrist, squeezing it tightly and pulls be back to him. He shoves me against the mirrored wall, the glass cracking against my back. His face lowers so it is now level with mine. "Not before I show you just how much I hate you." * Harlow- An aspiring singer who is for now, a backup for the one and only Harry Styles; in more way than one. Harry- The worlds heartthrob who hides his true self so well, only showing the world what they want to see. Which is a golden boy who does no wrong. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Niall Horan #5 in One Direction #6 in Dylan O'Brien

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn