𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑐 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒. In which Harry falls for her cherry heels and golden aura, encasing him in a liquified supernova of love. This is a work of fiction. Mature content. 18+ Started: December 2020 Completed: October 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 was hard to forget about once you meet her. 𝙃𝙚 was as closed off as he was addictive. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝙊𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You're a good girl, do you know that?" He exhaled deeply with a disbelieving smile, pulling me to lie next to him. "Which is probably why I find you so hot. Those innocent eyes, fuck. I was done for. I always have been." "You don't mean that." I laughed, clambering beneath the sheets. "Ah, always so skeptical. But I mean it, your eyes are it for me. This magical emerald green that shines in the sunlight, and almost changes colour when you're talking about something you love. Like that fucking creative writing class you take with George. Your eyes, they shimmer and it's weird as shit but I love it. They remind me of the first day of spring, the sort of green that emerges from a really shit winter. The green that reminds you that everything is growing, and you're growing, and you're alive. That is what I love about your eyes." Matty half laughed to himself, climbing in after me. He cupped my cheek, stroking slightly with his thumb. "That and they look amazing when you're giving head." "Stop!" I laughed, batting him away. He pulled me in closer however, close enough so that my head was forced to rest on his chest and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. "It's true. Nothing like these old boring brown eyes of mine." "Boring? Nothing about you is boring." I whispered, tracing the lines of his chest tattoo. "How so?" -------- Avery Collins, an 18 year old university student, has her world turned upside down by the arrival of a boy with messy hair, chocolate eyes and a past full of dark secrets. Juggling a social life, her insane room mates, uni studies and work, will she be able to cope with this boy and the realisation that maybe, just maybe, he was more dangerous than he looked? [ONGOING BOOK] Proud to be part of the Wattpad Futures Programme. ---PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT--- Cover by @PGthequeen

I lowered myself to my knees, biting my lip softly as I felt him walk up behind me. He brought his arm around me, his hand wrapping around the left side of my jawline, moving against it to the right. It took everything in me not to bite his arm as it passed in front of me. He stopped his hand right under my chin, his thumb pressing softly on my lower lip until my mouth hung open slightly. "Suck it." He said, his voice thick with lust. I took his thumb in my mouth, sucking it softly. With his other hand, he brought my face back against him, wrapping it tightly around my neck, "Good girl." He said, his green eyes barring down at me. His shirt hung open, the dark ink engraving his body illuminated by the small light in the room. His butterfly tattoo moving with his breath. "You remember the safe word?" He said sternly, and I nodded. "I need to hear you." He said, the grip around my neck slightly tighter. I released his thumb from my mouth, licking my lips, "Yes, sir." He smirked at me, his dimples devilishly appearing on his face as he bent down and kissed me deeply. - Harry Styles walks into an LA bar when Carolina Townes instantly captures his eye. From her sassy smug personality, to her free spirit, he becomes completely enamored. But can he grow past his dark ways, to fully appreciate her the way she wants to be. STORY WILL CONTAIN: Sexual content and drugs.

your spending a night at haymitch's house due to a big storm. All of his guest rooms are cluttered and filled with junk he's collected over the years so you decide to sleep on his couch. but he insists you sleep in his room but once your there your unable to sleep and haymitch shows in the dead of night. but what for?

A HUNGER GAMES FANFICTION! What if Haymitch didn't let Peeta volunteer for him in the 75th annual Hunger Games? Follow our favorite mentor as he goes back into the arena. *Written in May 2012*

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"