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H.S AU. Clover's Family have weird beliefs and a deep rooted culture that has weaved its traditions into this family are now being laid upon her. She had seen it happen all around, but never did she expect her parents would do it to her too. But they do. Arranged marriage. Two words which don't really occur in this modern world anymore, but within this family it is a complete normality to have girls married off into a strangers house to fulfil the role of a wife, and once you're married-- there's no going back. So what happens when her family decide to marry her to a wealthy, rude, uptight, and downright mean, man, with enough secrets to fill a novel. Read to find out in Arranged With Style.

This will be a collection of all my Harry Styles blurbs, (fics that are anywhere between 600 words to a little over a 1000 words with less details), I've wrote and may continue to write in the future. All of these were originally posted to my Tumblr (@ watermelonlovershigh) but i've decided to share them on here as well.

A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.

Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."

Emily Howard is a shy, but, determined 21 year old women hoping to start big in the world of business. Just finished with Uni, she applies for the position of Mr Harry Styles' assistant. Harry Styles, 24, owner of his very own multi-million pound company, Styles. Inc. A womanizer and a man whore, will London's most eligible bachelor hire the shy 21 year old virgin?

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.