Lennon is a widowed single mom to 3 children. Harry is a world famous actor who fell off the face of the Earth several years ago. What happens when Harry makes his comeback not just in his acting career, but also in Lennon's life? Highest Rankings: #1 in dadrry ❤️ #1 in HarryStyles ❤️ #1 in softharry ❤️ #1 in actorharry ❤️ #8 in HarryStyles fanfic ❤️

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

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.

Underneath a sky scattered with stars, there's a story waiting to be told-a story of love, loss, and the strength it takes to find oneself. Julia didn't expect her world to shift when she opened the doors of her mother's flower shop one ordinary morning. Harry didn't expect to find solace in a small Italian town, far from the flashing lights of fame. But life has a way of bringing people together when they need it most, even if the journey is messy, complicated, and anything but perfect. This is a tale of finding beauty in the broken pieces, of daring to chase dreams, and of love that feels as vast and untouchable as the stars. Welcome to their story. COVER BY MY FAV: @LIVVSSTARS

!!! Sequel to Deceptive !!! Lily Stone doesn't run from the fire - she walks right into it. By night, she rules the clubs and rooftops of LA, high on neon, smoke, and the rush of forgetting. By day, she keeps her last piece of sanity alive at Ember & Ink, the tattoo shop she built from nothing. Zayn, the magnetic king of the city's nightlife, feeds her chaos. He gives her everything she thinks she wants - fast nights, faster highs, no questions. But Lily can't outrun herself. And when Harry - the man she swore was part of the past - steps out of the shadows, the world she's built starts to crack. He isn't here to save her. He's here because he couldn't stay away. As old enemies close in and Lily's wild world starts to burn, she'll have to choose: keep losing herself in the night or fight for something real before it's too late. Defiant is a dark, gritty romance about love that rebuilds, desire that destroys, and what it takes to come home to yourself. * * * !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! CONTAINS DRUG USE, SEXUAL CONTENT, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION, TRAUMA THEMES, POWER IMBALANCE, OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC CONTENT, VIOLENCE

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."