*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [Completed - 01/21/21] Preview: "Tell me something, Killer." Harry murmured. "Tell me what goes on inside your head." "You don't want to see what goes on in my head," I said with a short laugh. "I do." "My thoughts would suffocate you." "Try me." I took a deep breath. "Okay, well right now I'm thinking about what would happen if I just stood up and jumped off the roof." Harry shifted beside me. "My heart would stop beating the second you were in the air." I glanced over at him. "At least give me the option to jump with you," Harry said with a chuckle. "I'm sure I could find a way to save us before we reached the bottom."

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

When sixteen-year-old Alena Ross is sent across the country after a tragedy she refuses to speak about, she expects coldness, judgment, and loneliness. What she doesn't expect is the warmth of the Styles family... or their middle son, Harry - the boy she should avoid, but can't stop orbiting. Rumors follow her across states. Secrets bury themselves deeper. And in a New England house full of noise and grief, Alena learns that falling in love with the wrong person can feel dangerously right. This story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk.

"People who disagree with me don't end up feeling very well, darling." He smirks at the end, noticing my slight shaking. Why does he keep smirking like that? "I- I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just stating what I thought of too." I may think he was wrong, but he's still a guy and I don't have my taser. He looks at me, still staring into my brown eyes. "Well, what you thought was wrong. Don't step in when I'm talking, making yourself look smart in front of everyone, nerd." --------------------------------------------------- Luella Jones is your typical senior girl in highschool, ready to move out whenever she gets the chance to. But as soon as she meets Harry Styles, she questions what her life was once. Fighting off this unfair world together, they learn the true essence of living.

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Sentry ('sen-trē): a person or group that watches over someone or something. ▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣ In which Harry Styles is hired to watch over Christoph Beckett's daughter, Naomi, after the sudden passing of his wife, Delia. Harry thinks he's signed up for solely the role of Naomi's bodyguard, but as more time goes on, Naomi approaches him with an additional offer of her own. It's one Harry knows he should resist at all costs, but in the end, he can't help but give in.

"Tell me, Harry," I said, voice low, hungry. "Tell me you want this. Beg for it." For a second, he looked like he might. Like he'd fall to pieces and let me own him for a moment, let me keep the power. But no. Something shifted. His eyes went dark-stormy, unreadable, dangerous-and I knew in that second I'd lit a fuse I couldn't unlight. I'd thought I was in control, thought I could tease him into submission. But instead, I'd woken the wolf.

They grew up next door, inseparable since childhood-but somewhere between stolen glances and unspoken feelings, friendship blurred into something far more dangerous.