With an open mind and an even bigger heart, Billie Nora branches out to the West Coast in hopes of successfully fulfilling her IVF treatment and rout the odds of becoming a mother after being told she couldn't at a young age due to her diagnosis. Little does she know how her life is bound to shift gears and take a complete different route than the one she already had planned when facing an unexpected turn. - This story contains mature and explicit content. Please read "welcome | intro" for further warnings.

Luna lives a quiet, forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles doesn't belong in it. He tells her someone is after her. He doesn't explain who. Or why. Only that she's no longer safe and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden, locked inside a safehouse with him watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, the more the cracks show. The threats don't feel random. The danger doesn't feel external. And Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's involved in. She doesn't know what her family has done. And she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was the reason she needed saving.

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] ** Reader's discretion advised (18+) Smut chapters are indicated with an (*) - Excerpt chapter 3 - I had been dreaming about her all week, and now she was for sure not going to leave my brain. I had been fucking my fist every night to get rid of the image of her on her knees in front of me after I saw her biting down on that pencil at the bar on Monday. So flirty and dirty, yet so innocent. While the thought excited me, to be with someone without experience, I'd never act upon it. I was definitely rough in bed, and I had a lot of kinks and didn't know how to be soft. I'd completely ruin her. But then again, maybe she'd let me. Maybe she'd like it. ** Started: October 2021 ** Finished: December 2021

The new punk rock band hires Ariana to be a new lead guitarist after the last one left. After joining the band there begins to be some life threatening secrets between the group and the media. But with the tension growing within the band while fame rises. Ariana is then put between two of the most powerful people she knows within the music industry. But who will she choose and at what cost? CONTAINS: VULGRE LANGUAGE// S3XUAL CONTENT// VIOLENCE// MENTAL HEALTH// DRUG ABUSE

Harry Styles is on his way to becoming the boss of a well-known, deadly Mafia that has existed for centuries, soon Meeting Luna Miller, a highly ignorant, obnoxious, and stubborn girl who doesn't understand the world she never knew existed. Luna Miller discovers that it's more than just a Mafia; it's a maze of dark secrets with no way out. STARTED: January 28, 2022 FINISHED: December 5, 2022

Mature/18+ Trigger Warnings included All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I used to walk through this city like I was being hunted. Now I walk through it like I own the fucking place. We're on the edge of something big. Bigger than Quincy. Bigger than turf wars. The kind of big that rewrites who owns this city. __ "I'll protect you," I murmur. "No matter what it costs." "I know," she whispers. "But let me protect you, too." I close my eyes. Because I don't know how to be protected. Not really. But if it's her? I might actually let her try. We stay like that for a long time. Quiet. Still. Until she whispers, "He doesn't own you, Harry. You're not his." I nod, eyes still closed. "I know. I'm yours." ___ !!! THE SECOND BOOK - make sure you read joyride first!

I never actually talked to her. But seeing her cry that one night stuck with me. Beating the shit out of that guy also didn't help my delusional ass. I check her social media every day and figured out where she works. I'm not a stalker. She's just in my head. All the time. I've only ever touched her arm when I guided her to an empty bedroom at that party. But for some reason all I can see is her face in every girl. Clara. __ Clara has her whole life planned out. Harry wants nothing more than to ruin it. She dreams of love and writing; he hates both. But when their worlds collide, Clara finds herself torn between the life she always wanted and the chaos Harry drags her into. One choice could fix everything. The other could cost her everything. - WARNING CONTAINS : drug use, sexual content, violence, abuse, strong language, depression, overdose, and anxiety. ~ I do not give anyone permission to translate any of my books ~