hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

THIS CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT. REWRITING!! pls read warnings before reading. In of the summer of 2024, Maxine Isabella Devlin, a misunderstood girl with dreams of making her voice heard, seeks on a thrilling journey with her best friends, Narcissa, Xaviar, and Polly soon to be called her bandmates. Their fun takes an unexpected turn when they cross paths with Noceur, a notorious alternative rock band, at the onset of their American Sleepless tour. While being around the group wanting fun, new beginnings, and the freedom to be wild, the four soon finds themselves entangled in the band's tumultuous world. Sex, money, drugs, and a web of highly organized crime-this band is tangled in a world far more dangerous that no super fans could ever make rumors of. Harry Styles, the enigmatic and ruthless lead singer of Noceur, sets his sights on Maxine as he knows she's the curious bright hearted one. He quickly recognizes the raw talent in her songs, sensing she could soon rise to stardom. But Harry's intentions are far from pure and not even a little bit of kindness. He stuck with making decisions on what to do with her, contemplating whether to manipulate her into the perilous glitz of dark Hollywood or to keep her from the path she seems destined to walk alone unaware. It's all about catching those childhood dreams so that many eyes could turn to the one who achieved them well. As tensions rise and secrets unfold, Maxine's journey becomes a high-stakes game of ambition, danger, and heart-pounding choices. For herself, for him, for who, for what? STARTED originally: August 22nd, 2021 ENDED originally: December 24th, 2022 RESTARTED: Dec 17th 2024

MALEFACTOR (n): one who commits an offense against the law. Camden Muñoz has one self-proclaimed fatal flaw: the moment she gets an idea in her head, she has to follow through with it. Against her better judgment, she's always stuck by this notion. But when these thoughts lead to her committing what she imagined would be a one-and-done robbery, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous man in an impossible situation. // Time, I've learned, is a very finicky thing. Sometimes, seconds feel like minutes while minutes can feel like seconds. Time as a construct makes no comprehensible sense at certain points, the intangibility of it all making your existence as a human seem baffling to understand. As I blink, I become aware of the gun in my outstretched hand pointing directly at the head of the man standing behind the register in the liquor store. I'm not sure how I got inside or when. One second I was standing outside with Harry, my feet hitting the sidewalk as I emerged from the alley, and the next, I'm here. Playing God in a moment that no mortal being should ever be able to do. "Open the register or I'll blow your fucking brains out." The same words that Harry spit at me almost a week ago come flying back out. He's standing beside me, an inch back with his own gun out and cocked at the man. A rush of adrenaline surges through me, my lips curling upward momentarily as the words finish leaving. Power. That's what I feel at this moment. // MATURE CONTENT 18+

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: April 2024 Finished:

'A shameful tragedy it is that our stars failed to align, even though the record will show that we tried so many times.' We're taught to fear the monsters in the dark, the ones that chase you up the stairs, the ones that hide under your bed but what about the ones hiding in the depths of your basement? Have you been taught to fear the basement? The Ripley's and the Styles' are two very different families, sworn enemies. Harry Styles and Emersyn Ripley have never known anything different, the hatred burned into their veins however can't outweigh the deep rooted curiosity in their souls. "This was the story of Romeo and Juliet, how did you think it would end?"

"You have an edge on him." "Which is what?" "Her." Renny needed a job to makeup up for the loss of hers. Somehow a bartender job ended up as a waitress for an undercover, illegal casino. Harry Styles hated the attention she took away from the gamblers doing what they were supposed to do in his casino, gamble. But he hated the way they looked at her even more. She wasn't his, but she sure as hell would never be theirs.

The weight of my suit feels heavier than it should, though it fits me perfectly - an elegant black three-piece, tailored to sharp lines. The vest hugs my torso above the crisp white shirt, its buttons gleaming faintly under the warm light. A silver cufflink catches the glow, a gift from my dad this morning. The tie is dark, understated, knotted neatly beneath my collar. The lads are donning their matching suits except they have bow ties instead. "I swear to fuck, Styles, if you even think of going to the bridal suite again, I will knock you out until the reception starts," Zayn threatens, fixing me with a glare. Louis nods in agreement, his expression serious, "You've already gone there three times. You're just going to make Wren more anxious at this rate. Do you want her to walk down the aisle having a panic attack? Is that the image you're going for?" "She'll be fine," I grumble. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Wren and Harry have their normal lives back. Or so they hope. Because they have been several new additions. Since the tumultuous events of the foregoing year, the unfortunate losses of people, the unearthing of secrets that should have been concealed away; a new perspective open. Tragedy and new beginnings. But the past doesn't go away. No matter how much you try to convince yourself. Especially when it's consumed by darkness. [MATURE READER ONLY] Deals with highly sensitive topics: - Foul language - Rape, sexual abuse, human trafficking - Drugs - Graphic sexual scenes - Murder, torture, kidnapping, gore - Use of weaponry Viewer's discretion is highly advised. This is a piece of fiction and in no way whatsoever corresponds to the real-life figures. Please be aware and take care of yourself.

"Why?" He reaffirms, "Because I'm fucking crazy about you. The sole purpose of my existence is because of you. Every beat of my heart, every breath, every thought, it's all because of you, sweetheart. You have an authority over me that no other fucking person has. You own me, Wren." He continues, his voice unadulterated and a menacing undertone is undisguised. His eyes that are piercing are now filled with a monstrous intensity that could rival Satan himself. "No one else will. No one else could. You think I got this because it's some impulsive and romantic gesture? Fuck no." He snaps, locking his fingers around my wrist in a tight grip, keeping my palm binded to his inked skin. "I did it because you need to know and feel that nothing in this fucked-up world, or any other, is ever going to take me away from you and contrariwise." ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Wren Astor. London's top forensic psychologist - brilliant, composed, and carrying a mountain of tumultuous baggage. She battles ghosts from her past and the gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Her façade is flawless, impenetrable, and built to last. Harry Styles. A man with a moral compass that barely flickers. He has lived his whole life submerged in violence and blood - and he has no intention of coming up for air. That's where he thrives. His obsession with Wren began the moment she tried to lock him away in a prison cell, hoping he'd rot - that his pitch-black soul would wither and beg for mercy. But Harry has other plans for Wren... Please note that is completely fictitious and the real-life figures have absolutely no correspondence to the characters in the story. Viewer's discretion is highly advised. This story deals with extremely sensitive and dark topics that SHOULD NOT be brushed off as lightly. Please take care of yourself and always seek help if necessary.

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invasato; possessed or dominated by a strong passion. - "Alice in Wonderland? That's your favorite book." he remarks with his brow arched and his voice snarky. "I love the curiosity of it all." I shrug. He just smirks, diverting his eyes down with the slightest head shake before speaking in his classic low tone. "Curiosity killed the cat, sweetheart." - Elaina Basset packed up and moved to Italy with hopes of starting over with a clean slate and to make it big as a painter. But, her plans are halted when she meets Harry Styles, an over confident crook who has a lot of enemies and is set on revenge. A struggling painter, a heist master...what could go wrong?