Six towers. For some reason, Hollows Mountain Range decided it only needed six towers to watch over the entirety of the massive state park's terrain. When the previous occupant of Tower Six disappears off of the face of the earth, a replacement has to be found quickly. Maddie was supposed to be attending the prestigious medical school she worked her ass off to get into, instead, she found herself suspended one hundred feet up, watching over the mountains in the middle of fucking nowhere. Cell service is practically nonexistent, you have a better chance seeing a pig fly than having your text glow blue, instead of green. Company comes in an old-fashioned radio system connected to the neighboring tower: Tower 5. The tower's occupant, Harry, is overly talkative when it comes to new faces, it must be nice to have a tower neighbor, again, after the last one left. Things are going smoothly, until Maddie finds scratches on her door. Some psycho keeps leaving things beside her tower's entrance. Bones. Ruined articles of clothing. The feeling of being watched is suddenly making it hard to sleep, and the noises outside, don't help. It's not until someone, no, something? Whatever it is-it wakes her up, crashing its fists against the fragile windows. Maddie runs, she runs all five miles to the next closest "safe" haven: tower five. They need to get help, now. This is only the surface of Hollow's Mountain Range. What could possibly be underneath?

"She's got a family in Carolina, so far away but she says I remind her of home." In which an aspiring song writer takes a risk at love and finds she's capable of more than she ever imagined. 18+ // contains mature and explicit content [completed] started nov. 2020 finished jan. 2023

"If you want peace, prepare for war." Devinne Adams lives the perfect life, until she discovers everyone she loves is hiding something more dangerous than she ever imagined. Her life has always belonged to a ruthless underworld that raised professional killers. Now every assassin on earth wants her blood. Her only protector? Harry Styles - her guardian, her enemy, her almost-lover. Bound by oaths and lies, he's trained to do one thing: keep her alive. She becomes determined to uncover who she really is. As secrets unravel, Devinne must decide if she's a pawn in their game - or the one who will burn the board down. - HS x John Wick 18+ // [contains mature and explicit content]

"My flaws are draped in her mercy revered by her false perception and with her lips upon my skin she will undress my deception." The man who kissed me breathless. A kiss that removed a weight off my chest which made me feel like I'm floating. one night, no names, no strings, no expectations. Never ask about the past, never expect a future. Is he the man of my dreams? or the devil who'll take me to hell? Elizabeth Trainor, a twenty year old editor/writer, moves to France to start a new life, leaving her past behind. This is when she collides with Harry Styles. It's either surviving a trial of fire, or getting burnt in flames. Where the rest of the world is black and white, but they're screaming colour. -Story contains mature and explicit content. -vulgur language, sexual content, violence, mental health triggers, drugs and abuse. All rights reserved to @ifancyyouharry

Favour. We all ask for them. But what happens when a favour is requested that seems way too scary to pursue? Do you go ahead with it in the hopes you're protected or do you hide in shadows and hope they never find you again? "Aren't little Angels meant to listen to devils like me?"

Eloise thought she had the perfect life the Eroda Project promised-a loving husband, a beautiful home, and a welcoming community. But when her two neighbours suddenly disappear, the idyllic facade begins to crumble. As her suspicions about her husband Harry deepen, Eloise uncovers dark truths hidden beneath the surface. Now, she must escape before she becomes ensnared in a web of lies and deception. But she has yet to realize just how far Harry will go to protect his deadly secrets. [A SINISTER RE-IMAGINING OF DON'T WORRY DARLING]

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.

Sophie Lennon is an art curator who lands the job of a lifetime at New York's most prestigious gallery - The Pink Velvet Theatre. More than just a gallery, it is a place of carefully crafted illusion. Harry Styles, the elusive owner, is already a legend in the industry. He's brilliant and accomplished, but rarely seen. When Sophie stumbles upon something she was never meant to see, everything changes. Keeping her at a distance is no longer possible and neither is letting her go.

Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."